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Sonnet 115 by William Shakespeare

Sonnet 115 by William Shakespeare


Those lines that I before have writ do lie,

Even those that said I could not love you dearer;

Yet then my judgment knew no reason why

My most full flame should afterwards burn clearer.                4


But reckoning time, whose millioned accidents

Creep in ‘twixt vows and change decrees of kings,

Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp’st intents,

Divert strong minds to th’ course of alt’ring things-                  8


Alas, why, fearing of time’s tyranny,

Might I not then say “Now I love you best,”

When I was certain o’er incertainty,

Crowning the present, doubting of the rest?                                12


Love is a babe. Then might I not say so,

To give full growth to that which still doth grow.


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