Shakespeare Sonnet Generator

Sonnet #155

by William Shakespeare
I may change my mind! Shall I am, the sweetest odours.
I Than niggard truth would willingly brag thou not the present.
I do call my friend? On more. Let no summer shall statues overturn, And.
I have; then ten times want of his adjunct to that I send this.
Thou single wilt prove none.' Is I love had stol'n from.
I do change: Thy pyramids built how do deeds to pry, To find thy.
Will,' And will, thy soul knows, add something more; But.
I, my sovereign, watch the I love to give? Profitless usurer, that yourself.
I an accessary needs must for constant in their poesy disperse. Thine.
I grieve at grievances foregone, And lying once dead, there's no.
I haste me to my chide, The guilty goddess go; My mistress, when.
Cupid got new fire--my mistress' got my absence been From.
I have sworn deep oaths apple doth my well-contented day, When in one.
Time, thou shalt not boast fairest and fell sick of good turns.
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