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quadgram | frequency |
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when i have seen | 4 |
mine eye and heart | 4 |
for i have sworn | 3 |
my love is as | 3 |
how can i then | 3 |
makes my heart to | 2 |
haste me to my | 2 |
i do count the | 2 |
wherefore with infection should | 2 |
that i before have | 2 |
many a glorious morning | 2 |
how sweet and lovely | 2 |
a decrepit father takes | 2 |
full many a glorious | 2 |
to my thoughts as | 2 |
with gentle work did | 2 |
that i was false | 2 |
how thy beauties wear | 2 |
as an unperfect actor | 2 |
my muse brings forth | 2 |
the waves make towards | 2 |
sake do you with | 2 |
shall besiege thy brow | 2 |
love is my sin | 2 |
promise such a beauteous | 2 |
fear to wet a | 2 |
i love thee in | 2 |
who are in favour | 2 |
you have i been | 2 |
that made me first | 2 |
tired with all these | 2 |
being your slave what | 2 |
thou mayst in me | 2 |
as i am now | 2 |
why dost thou spend | 2 |
as a decrepit father | 2 |
i as the rich | 2 |
boast that i do | 2 |
creatures we desire increase | 2 |
black was not counted | 2 |
thine eyes i love | 2 |
do not love thee | 2 |
supposing thou art true | 2 |
is as a fever | 2 |
thee for my muse | 2 |
me to my bed | 2 |
when to the sessions | 2 |
nor the prophetic soul | 2 |
the child of state | 2 |
consider every thing that | 2 |
put in my head | 2 |
more doth beauty beauteous | 2 |
thou art too dear | 2 |
didst forsake me for | 2 |
my dear love were | 2 |
my sake do you | 2 |
thee in such sort | 2 |
in faith i do | 2 |
possesseth all mine eye | 2 |
love and pity doth | 2 |
when in the chronicle | 2 |
faint when i of | 2 |
do count the clock | 2 |
my muse want subject | 2 |
my glass shall not | 2 |
my verse so barren | 2 |
too young to know | 2 |
hath my absence been | 2 |
thou this powerful might | 2 |
and heart are at | 2 |
be it not said | 2 |
the world should task | 2 |
shall not be thy | 2 |
so am i as | 2 |
the expense of spirit | 2 |
thou shalt not boast | 2 |
you to my thoughts | 2 |
thee how to make | 2 |
let those who are | 2 |
dull substance of my | 2 |
as the waves make | 2 |
favour with their stars | 2 |
muse in manners holds | 2 |
hate me when thou | 2 |
world should task you | 2 |
the chronicle of wasted | 2 |
that tells the time | 2 |
should task you to | 2 |
in thy breast doth | 2 |
no longer mourn for | 2 |
in thy glass and | 2 |
with me as with | 2 |
love were but the | 2 |
thy dear virtue hate | 2 |
not mine own fears | 2 |
to whom in vassalage | 2 |
you with fortune chide | 2 |
some in their skill | 2 |
should i do but | 2 |
shall i compare thee | 2 |
two must be twain | 2 |
why didst thou promise | 2 |
as food to life | 2 |
is it for fear | 2 |
muse what shall be | 2 |
call upon thy aid | 2 |
winter hath my absence | 2 |
the painter and hath | 2 |
it the proud full | 2 |
if my dear love | 2 |
clock that tells the | 2 |
in the orient when | 2 |
love thee in such | 2 |
what eyes hath love | 2 |
wherefore do not you | 2 |
thou make the shame | 2 |
thou survive my well | 2 |
do i my judgement | 2 |
i grant thou wert | 2 |
do mine eyes best | 2 |
my verse in time | 2 |
will show thee how | 2 |
how thy worth with | 2 |
worst to steal thyself | 2 |
centre of my sinful | 2 |
winters shall besiege thy | 2 |
take all my loves | 2 |
when most i wink | 2 |
hast her it is | 2 |
that thou hast her | 2 |
i do but tend | 2 |
you were once unkind | 2 |
heart that makes my | 2 |
orient when the gracious | 2 |
waves make towards the | 2 |
let me confess that | 2 |
you were your self | 2 |
i bore the canopy | 2 |
call not me to | 2 |
as a fever longing | 2 |
of my flesh were | 2 |
shalt not boast that | 2 |
me not to the | 2 |
that with gentle work | 2 |
towards the pebbled shore | 2 |
then return in happy | 2 |
have power to hurt | 2 |
thy glass will show | 2 |
so barren of new | 2 |
how i faint when | 2 |
check thee that i | 2 |
longer mourn for me | 2 |
so as thou art | 2 |
slave what should i | 2 |
not married to my | 2 |
truant muse what shall | 2 |
that we two must | 2 |
year thou mayst in | 2 |
o truant muse what | 2 |
that i have scanted | 2 |
whereof are you made | 2 |
i when i took | 2 |
cupid laid by his | 2 |
like a winter hath | 2 |
i think on thee | 2 |
to justify the wrong | 2 |
what shall be thy | 2 |
i of you do | 2 |
or i shall live | 2 |
as thou art cruel | 2 |
it for fear to | 2 |
ever that time come | 2 |
to make our appetite | 2 |
glass shall not persuade | 2 |
poverty my muse brings | 2 |
to steal thyself away | 2 |
which thou hast done | 2 |
return in happy plight | 2 |
shall be as i | 2 |
better part of me | 2 |
mine eye is in | 2 |
if the dull substance | 2 |
faith i do not | 2 |
i have seen by | 2 |
when thou shalt be | 2 |
are within my brain | 2 |
and tell the face | 2 |
is in my mind | 2 |
was it the proud | 2 |
which can say more | 2 |
want subject to invent | 2 |
say that i was | 2 |
the centre of my | 2 |
am i as the | 2 |
have i been absent | 2 |
absent in the spring | 2 |
love is too young | 2 |
proud full sail of | 2 |
wise as thou art | 2 |
from you have i | 2 |
of comfort and despair | 2 |
that i come so | 2 |
thy image should keep | 2 |
and thou shalt find | 2 |
who will believe my | 2 |
excuse the slow offence | 2 |
are at a mortal | 2 |
i haste me to | 2 |
the sessions of sweet | 2 |
worth with manners may | 2 |
let me not to | 2 |
she is made of | 2 |
lovely dost thou make | 2 |
though more weak in | 2 |
such a beauteous day | 2 |
if there be nothing | 2 |
in manners holds her | 2 |
i come so near | 2 |
thoughts as food to | 2 |
manners may i sing | 2 |
it is not all | 2 |
that time of year | 2 |
more weak in seeming | 2 |
thy soul check thee | 2 |
did call upon thy | 2 |
i journey on the | 2 |
is not all my | 2 |
and pity doth the | 2 |
oft have i invoked | 2 |
that makes my heart | 2 |
never say that i | 2 |
not boast that i | 2 |
how can my muse | 2 |
that she is made | 2 |
the face thou viewest | 2 |
shall live your epitaph | 2 |
beshrew that heart that | 2 |
love possesseth all mine | 2 |
not be thy defect | 2 |
in disgrace with fortune | 2 |
my love shall be | 2 |
i compare thee to | 2 |
have gone here and | 2 |
that you did painting | 2 |
didst thou promise such | 2 |
thus can my love | 2 |
disgrace with fortune and | 2 |
made me first your | 2 |
and lovely dost thou | 2 |
a careful housewife runs | 2 |
not persuade me i | 2 |
say i love thee | 2 |
a winter hath my | 2 |
but wherefore do not | 2 |
the orient when the | 2 |
when that fell arrest | 2 |
every thing that grows | 2 |
wert not married to | 2 |
when the gracious light | 2 |
are you to my | 2 |
task you to recite | 2 |
housewife runs to catch | 2 |
thy worst to steal | 2 |
you did painting need | 2 |
thus is his cheek | 2 |
know what conscience is | 2 |
soul check thee that | 2 |
forward violet thus did | 2 |
those lines that i | 2 |
have sworn thee fair | 2 |
the better part of | 2 |
i have gone here | 2 |
can i then return | 2 |
who is it that | 2 |
forty winters shall besiege | 2 |
before have writ do | 2 |
of thee that the | 2 |
when i am dead | 2 |
there be nothing new | 2 |
better to be vile | 2 |
a fever longing still | 2 |
of year thou mayst | 2 |
be as i am | 2 |
thy worth with manners | 2 |
alone did call upon | 2 |
how like a winter | 2 |
as thou shalt wane | 2 |
so shall i live | 2 |
pity doth the impression | 2 |
i took my way | 2 |
is it that says | 2 |
invoked thee for my | 2 |
that heart that makes | 2 |
young to know what | 2 |
from what power hast | 2 |
love put in my | 2 |
own hand did make | 2 |
thou didst forsake me | 2 |
not my love be | 2 |
muse want subject to | 2 |
count the clock that | 2 |
i my judgement pluck | 2 |
my love excuse the | 2 |
drunk of siren tears | 2 |
that you were your | 2 |
what potions have i | 2 |
which in thy breast | 2 |
substance of my flesh | 2 |
me first your slave | 2 |
for my sake do | 2 |
but do not so | 2 |
have i invoked thee | 2 |
say thy fault is | 2 |
mine eyes best see | 2 |
what is your substance | 2 |
with infection should he | 2 |
you never can be | 2 |
and heart a league | 2 |
believe my verse in | 2 |
i do not love | 2 |
those who are in | 2 |
my heart to groan | 2 |
is it thy will | 2 |
since i left you | 2 |
me when i am | 2 |
loves i have of | 2 |
my thoughts as food | 2 |
how oft when thou | 2 |
to set me light | 2 |
whoever hath her wish | 2 |
that i do change | 2 |
that you were once | 2 |
the forward violet thus | 2 |
fast as thou shalt | 2 |
to me i bore | 2 |
live your epitaph to | 2 |
my love swears that | 2 |
i was false of | 2 |
as a careful housewife | 2 |
but the child of | 2 |
i drunk of siren | 2 |
hath love put in | 2 |
that thou didst forsake | 2 |
the marriage of true | 2 |
me i am old | 2 |
for me when i | 2 |
that ink may character | 2 |
an unperfect actor on | 2 |
do not you a | 2 |
not you a mightier | 2 |
confess that we two | 2 |
are nothing like the | 2 |
as with that muse | 2 |
never saw that you | 2 |
so is it not | 2 |
glass will show thee | 2 |
make our appetite more | 2 |
they that have power | 2 |
betwixt mine eye and | 2 |
is his cheek the | 2 |
sessions of sweet silent | 2 |
love shall be as | 2 |
the clock that tells | 2 |
thou hast her it | 2 |
god lying once asleep | 2 |
my flesh were thought | 2 |
image should keep open | 2 |
gentle work did frame | 2 |
the stars do i | 2 |
his cheek the map | 2 |
potions have i drunk | 2 |
in time to come | 2 |
but that which is | 2 |
is endeared with all | 2 |
glass and tell the | 2 |
was i when i | 2 |
do thy worst to | 2 |
glorious morning have i | 2 |
from fairest creatures we | 2 |
at a mortal war | 2 |
when i consider every | 2 |
as fast as thou | 2 |
actor on the stage | 2 |
was not counted fair | 2 |
so oft have i | 2 |
map of days outworn | 2 |
but do thy worst | 2 |
dost thou make the | 2 |
love thee with mine | 2 |
to the marriage of | 2 |
his brand and fell | 2 |
was false of heart | 2 |
brand and fell asleep | 2 |
some glory in their | 2 |
in loving thee thou | 2 |
married to my muse | 2 |
do you with fortune | 2 |
were once unkind befriends | 2 |
tied muse in manners | 2 |
love swears that she | 2 |
saw that you did | 2 |
two loves i have | 2 |
restful death i cry | 2 |
i been absent in | 2 |
manners holds her still | 2 |
doth beauty beauteous seem | 2 |
with manners may i | 2 |
what poverty my muse | 2 |
dear for my possessing | 2 |
show thee how thy | 2 |
at that which thou | 2 |
and thy dear virtue | 2 |
when i do count | 2 |
i never saw that | 2 |
if thou survive my | 2 |
our appetite more keen | 2 |
look in thy glass | 2 |
hast thou this powerful | 2 |
whilst i alone did | 2 |
thou to mine eyes | 2 |
infection should he live | 2 |
aught to me i | 2 |
i have sworn thee | 2 |
shall not persuade me | 2 |
me i bore the | 2 |
yea take them all | 2 |
your epitaph to make | 2 |
if ever that time | 2 |
when in disgrace with | 2 |
of you do write | 2 |
i love thee not | 2 |
that which thou hast | 2 |
to know what conscience | 2 |
decrepit father takes delight | 2 |
i faint when i | 2 |
how heavy do i | 2 |
in favour with their | 2 |
why is my verse | 2 |
cheek the map of | 2 |
have of comfort and | 2 |
careful was i when | 2 |
thee that i come | 2 |
me for some fault | 2 |
some say thy fault | 2 |
what should i do | 2 |
journey on the way | 2 |
be vile than vile | 2 |
eye and heart are | 2 |
art too dear for | 2 |
lord of my love | 2 |
not all my grief | 2 |
thee how thy beauties | 2 |
by his brand and | 2 |
where art thou muse | 2 |
what power hast thou | 2 |
the dull substance of | 2 |
art thou muse that | 2 |
in the chronicle of | 2 |
spirit in a waste | 2 |
age black was not | 2 |
verse so barren of | 2 |
stars do i my | 2 |
verse in time to | 2 |
the old age black | 2 |
eye and heart a | 2 |
heavy do i journey | 2 |
persuade me i am | 2 |
violet thus did i | 2 |
much more doth beauty | 2 |
is made of truth | 2 |
i then return in | 2 |
me as with that | 2 |
thy glass and tell | 2 |
unperfect actor on the | 2 |
eyes are nothing like | 2 |
in the old age | 2 |
then hate me when | 2 |
pretty wrongs that liberty | 2 |
can my muse want | 2 |
thee with mine eyes | 2 |
the proud full sail | 2 |
full sail of his | 2 |
those parts of thee | 2 |
barren of new pride | 2 |
glory in their birth | 2 |
for fear to wet | 2 |
never can be old | 2 |
so are you to | 2 |
can my love excuse | 2 |
is it not with | 2 |
tell the face thou | 2 |
power hast thou this | 2 |
the treasure of thy | 2 |
a waste of shame | 2 |
grant thou wert not | 2 |
been absent in the | 2 |
is the time that | 2 |
eye is in my | 2 |
whether doth my mind | 2 |
not love thee with | 2 |
of spirit in a | 2 |
your slave what should | 2 |
for restful death i | 2 |
love is as a | 2 |
what dost thou to | 2 |
when i of you | 2 |
thou muse that thou | 2 |
not me to justify | 2 |
will believe my verse | 2 |
not with me as | 2 |
say that thou didst | 2 |
compare thee to a | 2 |
are in favour with | 2 |
me when thou wilt | 2 |
thou promise such a | 2 |
dost thou to mine | 2 |
a league is took | 2 |
like as the waves | 2 |
in a waste of | 2 |
let not my love | 2 |
is too young to | 2 |
that have power to | 2 |
eyes hath love put | 2 |
to be vile than | 2 |
the beauty of thy | 2 |
when my love swears | 2 |
mayst in me behold | 2 |
who in thy power | 2 |
sweet and lovely dost | 2 |
i have of comfort | 2 |
shall be thy amends | 2 |
morning have i seen | 2 |
of my sinful earth | 2 |
those pretty wrongs that | 2 |
were but the child | 2 |
fairest creatures we desire | 2 |
nothing like the sun | 2 |
thy fault is youth | 2 |
endeared with all hearts | 2 |
marriage of true minds | 2 |
heart a league is | 2 |
i before have writ | 2 |
how careful was i | 2 |
wrongs that liberty commits | 2 |
your love and pity | 2 |
thus did i chide | 2 |
make towards the pebbled | 2 |
laid by his brand | 2 |
doth the impression fill | 2 |
when i took my | 2 |
old age black was | 2 |
lest the world should | 2 |
mourn for me when | 2 |
from the stars do | 2 |
not from the stars | 2 |
that he is thine | 2 |
is thy good report | 2 |
chronicle of wasted time | 2 |
gone here and there | 2 |
thou wert not married | 2 |
then do mine eyes | 2 |
unkind befriends me now | 2 |
thy bosom is endeared | 2 |
of his great verse | 2 |
dear love were but | 2 |
a glorious morning have | 2 |
mine is thy good | 2 |
time of year thou | 2 |
and will do none | 2 |
when forty winters shall | 2 |
bosom is endeared with | 2 |
it not with me | 2 |
is my verse so | 2 |
of sweet silent thought | 2 |
swears that she is | 2 |
you a mightier way | 2 |
careful housewife runs to | 2 |
i shall live your | 2 |
nor the gilded monuments | 2 |
heart are at a | 2 |
have writ do lie | 2 |
love excuse the slow | 2 |
against my love shall | 2 |
it that says most | 2 |
i have scanted all | 2 |
i invoked thee for | 2 |
expense of spirit in | 2 |
the map of days | 2 |
once unkind befriends me | 2 |
too dear for my | 2 |
her it is not | 2 |
if thy soul check | 2 |
me to justify the | 2 |
do i journey on | 2 |
forsake me for some | 2 |
how much more doth | 2 |
not to the marriage | 2 |
i alone did call | 2 |
we two must be | 2 |
have i drunk of | 2 |
sail of his great | 2 |
to the sessions of | 2 |
me confess that we | 2 |
lines that i before | 2 |
be wise as thou | 2 |
i consider every thing | 2 |
thou art as tyrannous | 2 |
parts of thee that | 2 |
or whether doth my | 2 |