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Sonnet 85: My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 86: Was it the proud full sail of his great verse
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 87: Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 88: When thou shalt be dispos'd to set me light
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 89: Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 90: Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 91: Some glory in their birth, some in their skill
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 92: But do thy worst to steal thyself away
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 93: So shall I live, supposing thou art true
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 94: They that have power to hurt, and will do none
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 95: How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 96: Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness
By William Shakespeare
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