Do your worst to me
by leaving at set of sun —
Joy in life or death¹

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1. But do thy worst to steal thyself away, — Sonnet XCII – William Shakespeare ↩

Oh tease me not by
leaving late, testing ill fate;
other loss seems less. ¹

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1. Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; — Sonnet XC – William Shakespeare ↩

If thy reason’s true,
I will lift no shield against
ill arrows shot true. ¹

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1. Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault, — Sonnet LXXXIX – William Shakespeare ↩

Exposed to all scorn
I’ve made my fault your strong strength,
My defeat your gain. ¹

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1. When thou shalt be disposed to set me light, — Sonnet LXXXVIII – William Shakespeare ↩

My pen’s penniless;
thy wealth it can ill afford.
Farewell fairest friend. ¹

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1. Farewell, thou art too dear for my possessing — Sonnet LXXXVII – William Shakespeare ↩︎

Did I grow dumb ‘cause
his splendid verse caught the earth?
No, t’was lines of you.¹

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Image: Copper engraving of William Shakespeare by Martin Droeshout 1623 with a facsimile of William Shakespeare’s signature.

1. Was it the proud full sail of his great verse — Sonnet LXXXVI – William Shakespeare ↩

Silence speaks sweeter
than quire filled by gilded quill;
my breathlessness breathes. ¹


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Image: Copper engraving of William Shakespeare by Martin Droeshout 1623 with a facsimile of William Shakespeare’s signature.

1. My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still — Sonnet LXXXV – William Shakespeare ↩

Wit is writ if with
small word poet writes you true –
make not grace a curse. ¹

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Image: Copper engraving of William Shakespeare by Martin Droeshout 1623 with a facsimile of William Shakespeare’s signature.

1. Who is it that says most? which can say more — Sonnet LXXXIV – William Shakespeare ↩