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• And art made tongue-tied by authority.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet lxvi...
• 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...
• 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...
• 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 beauty, making beautiful old rhyme.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet cvi...
• Like stones of worth, they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet lii...
• Still constant is a wondrous excellence.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet cv...
• That full star that ushers in the even.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet cxxxii...