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More poems by William Shakespeare

• Sonnet 18

  Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
  Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
  Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, …

• Sonnet 116

  Let me not to the marriage of true minds
  Admit impediments. Love is not love
  Which alters when it alteration finds, …

• Sonnet 73

  That time of year thou mayst in me behold
  When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
  Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, …

• Sonnet 130

  My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
  Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
  If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; …

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