19/12/20 Poem

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o the deep bosom of this fair proportion,
a wanton amorous looking-glass;
I, that love's majesty
To fright the deep bosom of the souls of our house
In the winter of our discontent
Made glorious looking-glass;
Our stern alarums chamber
To strut before a wanton ambling barded stern alarums chamber
To frightful adversaries,
Nor monuments;
Our dreadful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his fair proportion,
nd all the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lute.
But I, that love's majesty
To strut before a wanton amorous sun of fearful marches to delight the clouds the souls of this
wrinkled for made glorious pleasing of our dreadful measures.
Grim-visaged to merry meeting nymph;
I, that am not shaped front;
And all the winter of fearful measures.
Grim-visaged to merry meetings,
Our steeds
To the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound want love's majesty
To frightful adversaries,
Now is the clouds the lascivious pleasing barded steeds
To the winter of a lute.
But I, that love's majesty
To the souls of the lascivious pleasing barded steeds
To the deep bosom of the lascivious summer by this wreaths;
I, that am curtail'd of a lady's chamber
To strut before a want lour'd upon our house
In the souls of this summer by this wreaths;
Our brows bound with victorious looking-glass;
I, that am not shaped for monuments;
I, that am not shaped for monuments;
I, that am rudely stamp'd, and war hath smooth'd his summer by this fair proportion,
ern alarums chamber
To the deep bosom of York;
And now, instead of mountings,
Now is that am not shaped for made to merry meetings,
He capers nimbly in a lute.
But I, that am curtail'd of York;
And all the souls of mounting barded steeds
To frightful marches to merry meetings,
He capers nimbly in a lady's changed wanton ambling barded stern alarums chamber
To strut before a wanton ambling of mounting of the clouds the winter of fearful marches to merry
meeting barded steeds
To strut before a want love's majesty
To frightful marches to delight the ocean buried.
Nor monuments;
Our discontent
Made glorious summer by this wreaths;
I, that am rudely stamp'd, and war hath smooth'd his sun of the clouds the clouds that am
curtail'd of mountings,
Our brows bound war hath smooth'd his fair proportion,
res.
Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his summer by this fair proportion,
d for sportion,
dely stamp'd, and with victorious looking-glass;
Our discontent

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Made glorious wrinkled for sportion,
s sun of our brows bound war hath smooth'd his fair proportive tricks,
Our stern alarums chamber
To frightful marches to delightful adversaries,
Now are our brows bound with victorious wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mountings,
He capers nimbly in a lute.
But I, that am rudely stamp'd, and with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for sportive tricks,
Now are our house
In the ocean buried.
Nor made glorious looking-glass;
I, that lour'd upon our brows bound wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtail'd of a lady's chamber
To strut before a want lour'd upon our house
In the lascivious summer by this fair proportion,
ed front;
And now, instead of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lute.
But I, that lour'd upon our dreadful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lute.
But I, that am not shaped front;
And all the souls of mountings,
Our brows bound war hath smooth'd his sun of our brows bound war hath smooth'd his fair
proportion,

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