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Shakespeare Sonnets CXXIII. No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change:
Shakespeare Sonnets CXXII. Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
Shakespeare Sonnets CXXI. 'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
Shakespeare Sonnets CXX. That you were once unkind befriends me now,
Shakespeare Sonnets CXIX. What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
Shakespeare Sonnets CXVIII. Like as, to make our appetites more keen,
Shakespeare Sonnets CXVII. Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all
Shakespeare Sonnets CXVI. Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Shakespeare Sonnets CXV. Those lines that I before have writ do lie,
Shakespeare Sonnets CXIV. Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you,
Shakespeare Sonnets CXIII. Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;
Shakespeare Sonnets CXII. Your love and pity doth the impression fill