Shakespeare Sonnet Generator

Sonnet #155

by William Shakespeare
I plague thus far I in dark directed. Then thou, being.
I my sake; So him I own presage; Incertainties now converted.
Love A holy fire of Love A therefore have sworn thee for my steel'd.
Time's best jewel from Time's tears, Distill'd from me nor white.
I physicians know; For if I this wide universe I chide: Sweet thief.
I the world, and I dateless night, And weep afresh love's.
I thee thou know'st I will grind On newer might To me soon as.
Fore duteous, now seem right myself and that through my sun and.
I to mortal rage; When I his imprison'd pride. Blessed are not skill enough.
Time so strong, but Time how do sing: Whose speechless tribes: And.
Helen's imitated after you; On Helen's purple pride Which.
Love's out. Those lips that Love's I am gone. O, lest your true spirit? What's.
Muse in every part. Then will not my defects, When as plants.
I oaths' breach do I 'Will' in the wind; In winged speed no longer.
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