Shakespeare Sonnet Generator

Sonnet #155

by William Shakespeare
I first your eye I I faint when she threw, And saved my mind, thy.
I this by that I chide, The guilty goddess of such strength.
I loss with store; When I swear against the self-same sky, Vaunt.
I art why should I this madding fever! O benefit of.
Love! with public manners holds his own desert, And this book.
I this wide universe I got my age and things indigest Such.
Time in war with Time wilt look, Shall profit thee shame, Nor.
Amen' To every part. Then will do thee their thoughts.
I then and wish I wilt thou dost but I, my heart did frame The lovely youth, When.
I delight. Therefore like her I is less by clean starved for.
I thy heart, which I despite of sepulchres, were yourself.
Time's love or to Time's his prescriptions are mine eye And all.
I be cured: But thence I you.' Poor soul, the day my sweet'st.
I such roses see I wilt thou among the winds Which should example where.
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