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shakespeare-sonnets-1878		shakespeare-sonnets-1878			.txt	text/plain	18008	1698	97	Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive. Thy unused beauty must be tomb'd with thee, In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd: O, carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow, For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings Thou art the grave where buried love doth live, I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest; Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell; How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power Be it lawful I love thee, as thou lovest those In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,	./cache/shakespeare-sonnets-1878.txt	./txt/shakespeare-sonnets-1878.txt