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Theme: Literary
1. Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy: (VIII)
2. If I could write the beauty of your eyes,/And in fresh numbers number all your graces,/The age to come would say "This poet lies;/Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces." (XVII)
3. But thy eternal summer shall not fade, (XVIII)
4. Yet, do thy worst, old Time: despite thy wrong,/My love shall in my verse live ever young. (XIX)
5. Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,/The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;/But then begins a journey in my head/To work my mind, when body's work's expired: (XXVII)
6. No more be grieved at that which thou hast done (XXXV)
7. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit/Is poorly imitated after you; (LIII)
8. Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,/So do our minutes hasten to their end; (LX)
9. Nay, if you read this line, remember not/The hand that writ it, for I love you so,/That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,/If thinking on me then should make you woe. (LXXI)
10. So are you to my thoughts as food to life, (LXXV)
11. My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming;/I love not less, though less the show appear (CII)
12. For nothing this wide universe I call/Save thou, my rose, in it thou art my all. (CIX)
13. Let me not to the marriage of true minds/Admit impdeiments. Love is not love/which alters when it alteration finds,/Or bends with the remover to remove:/O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark/That looks on tempests and is never shaken (CXVI)
14. Before, a joy proposed: behind a dream, (CXXIX)
15. And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare,/As any she belied with false compare. (CXXX)
16. Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan/For that deep wound it gives my friend and me! (CXXXIII)
17. Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,/And in our faults by lies we flattered be. (CXXXVIII)
18. Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press/My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain (CXL)
19. In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes,/For they in thee a thousand errors note;/But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,/Who, in despite of view, is pleased to dote. (CXLI)
20. Love is too young to know what conscience is,/Yet who knows not conscience is born of love? (CLI)
from the sonnets of William Shakespeare