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Shakespeare's Sonnets

Sonnet 32

32

If thou survive my well-contented day,

When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover,

And shalt by fortune once more re-survey

These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover,

Compare them with the bett’ring of the time,

And though they be outstripp’d by every pen,

Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme,

Exceeded by the height of happier men.

O then voutsafe me but this loving thought:

“Had my friend’s Muse grown with this growing age,

A dearer birth than this his love had brought

To march in ranks of better equipage;

But since he died and poets better prove,

Theirs for their style I’ll read, his for his love.”

 

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