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• Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet lv...
• Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet iii...
• 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...
• Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet lxxxvii...
• Like stones of worth, they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet lii...
• My grief lies onward and my joy behind.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet l...
• My nature is subdu'd To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet cxi...
• Still constant is a wondrous excellence.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet cv...