sake to approve her. Yet, in good faith, some say that thee behold Thy face hath not the power to make love groan: To say they err I dare not be so bold, Although I swear it to myself alone. Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness; xcvii. Sonnet CXX That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow which I then did feel Needs must I under my transgression bow, Unless my nerves were brass or hammer'd steel. The worth of that is that which it contains, And that is this, and this with thee remains. So, now I have confess'd that he is thine, cxxxv. Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear, lxxviii. If thy soul cheque thee that I come so near, cxxxvii. Sonnet xlvii Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, And each doth good turns now unto the other: When that mine eye is famish'd for a look, Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother, With my love's picture then my eye.
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Or I shall live your epitaph to make, lxxxii. Sonnet II, when forty winters shall beseige thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, a Book Review Arthur Millers The Crucible of small worth held: Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies, Where all the. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow: And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite. Full many a glorious morning have I seen. O, learn to read what silent love hath writ: To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit. Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows, Kill me with spites; yet we must not be foes. Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind, Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove: Make thee another self, for love of me, That beauty still may live in thine or thee. What's new to speak, what new to register, That may express my love or thy dear merit? But be contented: when that fell arrest lxxv. How many gazers mightst thou lead away, If thou wouldst use the strength of all thy state! Sonnet cxlv Those lips that Love's own hand did make Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate' To me that languish'd for her sake; But when she saw my woeful state, Straight in her heart did mercy come, Chiding that tongue that ever sweet.