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Some Glory in Their Birth,Some in Their Skill
Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day
When I Consider Everything That Grows
When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow
Music to Hear,Why Hear'st Thou Music sadly
So am I As the Rich,whose blessed Key
Weary With Toil, I Haste Me to my Bed
Is it Thy Will, Thy Image Shall Keep Open
That Time of the Year Thou Mayst in Me Behold
Tir'd with All These for Restful Death I Cry
Full Many a Glorious Morning Have I Seen
Being Your Slave What Should I Do but Tend
How Like A Winter Hath My Absence Been
Sweet Love Renew Thy Force,Be it not Said
To Me Fair Friend You Can Never Be Old
When in the Chronicle of Wasted Time
As an Unperfect Actor on the Stage
Let me not to the Marriage of True Minds
They That Have Power to Hurt,And Will Do None
When in Disgrace With Fortune and Men's Eyes
As You Like It: Act 1, Scene 3
As You Like It: Act 3, Scene 2
As You Like It: Act 3, Scene 5
As You Like It: Act 4, Scene 1
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