Tuesday, December 31, 2002
Sonnet Lxxix Comments
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Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,
My verse alone had all thy gentle grace,
But now my gracious numbers are decay'd
And my sick Muse doth give another place.
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8/5/2025 4:53:05 PM # 1.0.0
And found it in thy cheek; he can afford No praise to thee but what in thee doth live. Then thank him not for that which he doth say, Since what he owes thee thou thyself dost pay. the great shakespeare and his poems. tony