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Sonnet CXV
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| Those lines that I before have writ do lie, | 1
| Even those that said I could not love you dearer: | 2
| Yet then my judgment knew no reason why | 3
| My most full flame should afterwards burn clearer. | 4
| But reckoning time, whose million'd accidents | 5
| Creep in 'twixt vows and change decrees of kings, | 6
| Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp'st intents, | 7
| Divert strong minds to the course of altering things; | 8
| Alas, why, fearing of time's tyranny, | 9
| Might I not then say 'Now I love you best,' | 10
| When I was certain o'er incertainty, | 11
| Crowning the present, doubting of the rest? | 12
| Love is a babe; then might I not say so, | 13
| To give full growth to that which still doth grow? | 14
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