Shakespeare Sonnet Generator

Sonnet #155

by William Shakespeare
I honour most. Great princes' favourites so, the pebbled shore, So.
I can allege no cause. How got new to endure, And grew to a.
I do, Doing thee vantage, double-vantage my heart from fair.
I wink, then do mine tires are nothing worth. That time and warrantize.
I behold, Then look I death 'Will' in me. So, now appear But things.
FROM fairest creatures we desire to thee that sorrow.
I think my love as this pride, He is by day, oppress'd? And each, though.
I now fortify Against confounding age's in their dear merit? Nothing.
I took my way, Each trifle how thy shade shines so! How.
I live, supposing thou art what they foul a waste blanks.
Three winters cold Have from the fortify yourself keeps.
Gainst his glory fight, And Time in any fear of laws, Since.
I fortune to brief minutes my mistress' thrall, Came there be.
I'll myself disgrace: knowing thy that which thou hast thou.
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