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Sonnet XIII
O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are
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No longer yours than you yourself here live:
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Against this coming end you should prepare,
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And your sweet semblance to some other give.
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So should that beauty which you hold in lease
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Find no determination: then you were
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Yourself again after yourself's decease,
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When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.
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Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
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Which husbandry in honour might uphold
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Against the stormy gusts of winter's day
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And barren rage of death's eternal cold?
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O, none but unthrifts! Dear my love, you know
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You had a father: let your son say so.
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