Sonnet LXXVII (William Shakespeare Poems)
Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear, Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste; The vacant leaves thy ...
Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear, Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste; The vacant leaves thy ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
What's in the brain that ink may character Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit? What's new to ...
Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear, Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste; These vacant leaves thy ...
What's in the brain that ink may character Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit? What's new to ...
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