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12-15-2008, 03:10 AM
Sonnet #108
CVIII.br /br /What's in the brain that ink may characterbr /Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?br /What's new to speak, what new to register,br /That may express my love or thy dear merit?br /Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,br /I must, each day say o'er the very same,br /Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,br /Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name.br /So that eternal love in love's fresh casebr /Weighs not the dust and injury of age,br /Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place,br /But makes antiquity for aye his page,br /Finding the first conceit of love there bredbr /Where time and outward form would show it dead.
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CVIII.br /br /What's in the brain that ink may characterbr /Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?br /What's new to speak, what new to register,br /That may express my love or thy dear merit?br /Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,br /I must, each day say o'er the very same,br /Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,br /Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name.br /So that eternal love in love's fresh casebr /Weighs not the dust and injury of age,br /Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place,br /But makes antiquity for aye his page,br /Finding the first conceit of love there bredbr /Where time and outward form would show it dead.
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