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Sonnet 65: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 66: Tired with all these, for restful death I cry
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 67: Ah! wherefore with infection should he live
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 68: Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 69: Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 70: That thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 72: O! lest the world should task you to recite
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 73: That time of year thou mayst in me behold
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 74: But be contented: when that fell arrest
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 75: So are you to my thoughts as food to life
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 76: Why is my verse so barren of new pride
By William Shakespeare
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