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Folger call number: Sh.Col. 265- 796q
Folger holdings ID: 257981
Accession Number: 265796
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Printed to commemorate the centenary of the Royal Shakespeare Theatre "Paddington Press Ltd, The Two Continents Publishing Group"--title page "This edition of the Sonnets has been printed form the calligraphic originals prepared by Frederick Marns over many months."--publishers' note Includes index of first lines
Contents
First lines include: A womans face with natures owne hand painted -- Accuse me thus, that I have scanted all -- Against my love shall be as I am now -- Against that time (if ever that time come) -- Ah wherefore with infection should he live -- Alack what poverty my muse brings forth -- Alas tis true, I have gone here and there -- As a decrepit father takes delight -- As an unperfect actor on the stage -- As fast as thou shalt wane so fast thou grow'st -- Be wise as thou art cruell, do not presse -- Being your slave what should I doe but tend -- Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groane -- Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is tooke -- But be contented when that fell arest -- But doe thy worst to steale thy selfe away -- But wherefore do not you a mightier waie -- Canst thou O cruell, say I love thee not -- Cupid laid by his brand and fell a sleepe -- Devouring time blunt thou the Lyons pawes -- Farewell thou art too deare for my possessing -- For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any -- From fairest creatures we desire From you have I beene absent in the spring -- Full many a glorious morning have I seene -- How can I then returne in happy plight -- How can my muse want subject to invent -- How carefull was I when I tooke my way -- How heavie doe I journey on the way -- How like a winter hath my absence beene -- How oft when thou my musike musike playst -- How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame -- I grant thou wert not married to my muse -- I never saw that you did painting need -- If the dull substance of my flesh were thought -- If their bee nothing new, but that which is -- If thou survive my well contented daie -- If thy soule check thee that I come so neere -- In faith I doe not love thee with mine eyes -- In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworne -- In the could age blacke was not counted faire -- Is it for feare to wet a widdowes eye -- Is it thy wil, thy image should keepe open -- Let me confesse that we two must be twaine -- Let me not to the marriage of true mindes -- Let not my love be cal'd idolatrie -- Let those who are in favor with their stars -- Like as the waves make towards the pibled shore -- Like as to make our appetites more keene -- Loe as a carefull huswife runnes to catch -- Loe in the orient when the gracious light -- Looke in thyey glasse and tell the face thou vewest -- Lord of my love, to whome in vassalage -- Love is my sinne, and they deare vertue hate -- Love is too young to know what conscience is -- Mine eye and heart are at a mortall warre -- Mine eye hath play's the painter and hath steeld -- Musick to heare, why hear'st thou musick sadly -- My glasse shall not perswade me I an ould -- My love is a feaver longing still -- My love is strenghtned though more weake in see -- My mistres eyes are nothing like the sunne -- My toung-tide muse in manners holds her still -- No more bee greev's at that which thou hast done -- No! Time, thous shalt not bost that I doe change -- Noe longer mourne for me when I am dead -- Not from the stars do I my judgement plucke -- Not marble, nor the guilded monument -- Not mine owne feares, nor the prophetick soule -- O call not me to justifie the wrong -- O for my sake doe you wish fortune chide -- O how I faint when I of you do write -- O least the world should taske you to recite -- O me! what eyes hath love put in my head -- O never say that I was false of heart -- O that you were your selfe, but love you are -- O thou my lovely boy who in thy power -- Oh from what powre hast thou this powrefull might -- Oh how much more doth beautie beautious seeme -- Oh how thy worth with manners may I singe -- Oh truant muse what shalbe they amends -- Or I shall live your epitaph to make -- Or whether doth my minde being crown'd with you -- Poore soule the center of my sinful earth -- Say that thou didst forsake mee for some falt -- Shall I compare thee to a summers day -- Since brasse, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundlesse sea
Item information about Folger Sh.Col. 265- 796q
Publisher's blue cloth binding with paper jacket. Folger bookplate: Gift of Paul S. Koda
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associated with: Marns, Frederick
donor: Koda, Paul S. (Paul Stephen), 1942-
associated with: Royal Shakespeare Company
publisher: Paddington Press