Sonnets S

Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind
So am I as the rich, whose blessed key
So are you to my thoughts as food to life
So is it not with me as with that Muse
So oft have I invok'd thee for my Muse
So shall I live, supposing thou art true
So, now I have confess'd that he is thine
Some glory in their birth, some in their skill
Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness
Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said

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