Shakespeare sonette

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Music to hear why hearst thou music sadly, SHALL I COMPARE THEE TO A SUMMER'S DAY / Kalmer Stefan, When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, When to the sessions of sweet silent thought, Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts, If thou survive my well contented day, What is your substance whereof are you made, Being your slave what should I do but tend, Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, When I have seen by time's fell hand defaced, SINCE BRASS NOR STONE, That time of year thou mayst in me behold, Farewell thou art too dear for my possessing, Then hate me when thou wilt if ever now, How like a winter hath my absence been, From you have I been absent in the spring, My love is strengthened though more weak in seeming, To me fair friend you never can be old, Let not my love be called idolatry, When in the chronicle of wasted time, O never say that I was false of heart, LET ME NOT TO THE MARRIAGE OF TRUE, HOW OFT WHEN THOU MY MUSIC, Poor soul the centre of my sinful earth, Weary with toil I haste me to my bed, No more be grieved at that which thou hast done, Take All My Loves, No longer mourn for me when I am dead, Betwixt mine eye and hearth a league is took, They that have power to hurt and will do none, Th'expense of spirit in a waste of shame, The little love god lying once asleep,