Nonsense Shakespeare

• 1From fairest creatures we desire increase,1:1
• 2Calls back the lovely April of her prime:3:10
• 3But as the riper should by time decease,1:3
• 4Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time.3:12
• 5As I by yours, you've pass'd a hell of time,120:6
• 6Cries to catch her whose busy care is bent143:6
• 7To weigh how once I suffered in your crime.120:8
• 8Not prizing her poor infant's discontent;143:8
• 9The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,94:9
• 10Ten times thyself were happier than thou art,6:9
• 11But if that flower with base infection meet,94:11
• 12Then what could death do, if thou shouldst depart,6:11
• 13 Then will I swear beauty herself is black132:13
• 14 And all they foul that thy complexion lack.132: 14

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