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• The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet lxx...
• Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet lv...
• And art made tongue-tied by authority.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet lxvi...
• And stretched metre of an antique song.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet xvii...
• My grief lies onward and my joy behind.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet l...
• But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet xviii...
• Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet lxxxvii...
• Full many a glorious morning have I seen.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet xxxiii...
• Like stones of worth, they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet lii...