Sonnets 51-60

LI. Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
LII. So am I as the rich, whose blessed key
LIII. What is your substance, whereof are you made
LIV. O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
LV. Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
LVI. Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
LVII. Being your slave, what should I do but tend
LVIII. That god forbid that made me first your slave
LIX. If there be nothing new, but that which is
LX. Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore

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