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• My grief lies onward and my joy behind.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet l...
• Like stones of worth, they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet lii...
• Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet lxxxvii...
• No, I am that I am, and they that level At my abuses reckon up their own.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet cxxi...
• And art made tongue-tied by authority.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet lxvi...
• And beauty, making beautiful old rhyme.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet cvi...
• And stretched metre of an antique song.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet xvii...
• But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet xviii...
• Full many a glorious morning have I seen.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet xxxiii...