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    Sonnet 33 describes the poet watching the sun rise and shine brightly, but then clouds obscure it. The poet compares this to his love, who shone brightly for an hour but is now hidden. However, the poet's love for him is not diminished, just as heaven's sun is not stained when earthly suns may be. Sonnet 154 tells of Cupid sleeping and a virgin taking his brand of passion. She quenches the brand in a well, which then has healing powers but cannot cool love. Sonnet 122 says the poet's love is fully characterized in his brain through lasting memory, which will outlast all else. He gave gifts to his love not out of need, but to

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    Sonnet 33 describes the poet watching the sun rise and shine brightly, but then clouds obscure it. The poet compares this to his love, who shone brightly for an hour but is now hidden. However, the poet's love for him is not diminished, just as heaven's sun is not stained when earthly suns may be. Sonnet 154 tells of Cupid sleeping and a virgin taking his brand of passion. She quenches the brand in a well, which then has healing powers but cannot cool love. Sonnet 122 says the poet's love is fully characterized in his brain through lasting memory, which will outlast all else. He gave gifts to his love not out of need, but to

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    Sonnet 33 describes the poet watching the sun rise and shine brightly, but then clouds obscure it. The poet compares this to his love, who shone brightly for an hour but is now hidden. However, the poet's love for him is not diminished, just as heaven's sun is not stained when earthly suns may be. Sonnet 154 tells of Cupid sleeping and a virgin taking his brand of passion. She quenches the brand in a well, which then has healing powers but cannot cool love. Sonnet 122 says the poet's love is fully characterized in his brain through lasting memory, which will outlast all else. He gave gifts to his love not out of need, but to

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    SHAKESPEARES SONNETS

    33
    Full many a glorious morning have I seen, Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green; Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy: Anon permit the basest clouds to ride, With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace: Even so my sun one early morn did shine, With all triumphant splendour on my brow, But out alack, he was but one hour mine, The region cloud hath masked him from me now. Yet him for this, my love no whit disdaineth, Suns of the world may stain, when heaven's sun staineth.

    SHAKESPEARES SONNETS

    154

    The little Love-god lying once asleep, Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand, Whilst many nymphs that vowed chaste life to keep, Came tripping by, but in her maiden hand, The fairest votary took up that fire, Which many legions of true hearts had warmed, And so the general of hot desire, Was sleeping by a virgin hand disarmed. This brand she quenched in a cool well by, Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual, Growing a bath and healthful remedy, For men discased, but I my mistress' thrall, Came there for cure and this by that I prove, Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.

    SHAKESPEARES SONNETS

    122

    Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain Full charactered with lasting memory, Which shall above that idle rank remain Beyond all date even to eternity. Or at the least, so long as brain and heart Have faculty by nature to subsist, Till each to razed oblivion yield his part Of thee, thy record never can be missed: That poor retention could not so much hold, Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score, Therefore to give them from me was I bold, To trust those tables that receive thee more: To keep an adjunct to remember thee Were to import forgetfulness in me.

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