Sonnet 108

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The Marlowe Society - Pop

Sonnet 108

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What's in the brain, that ink may character Which hath not figur'd to thee my true spirit? What's new to speak, what new to register That may express my love, or thy dear merit? Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine I must each day say o'er the very same Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine Even as when first I hallowed thy fair name So that eternal love in love's fresh case Weighs not the dust and injury of age Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place But makes antiquity for aye his page; Finding the first conceit of love there bred Where time and outward form would show it dead

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Writers
  • William Shakespeare