Poems
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Sonnet 77: Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 78: So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 79: Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 80: O! how I faint when I of you do write
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 81: Or I shall live your epitaph to make
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 82: I grant thou wert not married to my Muse
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 83: I never saw that you did painting need
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 84: Who is it that says most, which can say more
By William Shakespeare
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
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