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trigram | frequency |
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some in their | 7 |
for my sake | 6 |
why dost thou | 5 |
my love is | 5 |
i love thee | 5 |
mine eye and | 5 |
is my love | 5 |
i have seen | 5 |
do not so | 5 |
that i have | 5 |
as fast as | 4 |
as thou art | 4 |
that i do | 4 |
thy sweet self | 4 |
in my mind | 4 |
is in my | 4 |
mine eye is | 4 |
when i have | 4 |
and in my | 4 |
where thou art | 4 |
that which thou | 4 |
eye and heart | 4 |
that i am | 4 |
against that time | 4 |
that you were | 4 |
do thy worst | 3 |
for i have | 3 |
do i not | 3 |
the beauty of | 3 |
i have sworn | 3 |
the expense of | 3 |
when i am | 3 |
how much more | 3 |
when in the | 3 |
my heart to | 3 |
thou art as | 3 |
the wide world | 3 |
hast thou this | 3 |
that which it | 3 |
what they see | 3 |
in my verse | 3 |
not thy show | 3 |
i haste me | 3 |
when thou shalt | 3 |
in my head | 3 |
that tells the | 3 |
in the spring | 3 |
with all these | 3 |
my sinful earth | 3 |
when thou art | 3 |
mourn for me | 3 |
of my heart | 3 |
is as a | 3 |
can i then | 3 |
so shall i | 3 |
some say thy | 3 |
i never saw | 3 |
that thou mayst | 3 |
laid by his | 3 |
thy self thy | 3 |
love is as | 3 |
should he live | 3 |
think on thee | 3 |
for thou art | 3 |
that i was | 3 |
that tongue that | 3 |
take all my | 3 |
how can i | 3 |
thou canst not | 3 |
in the world | 3 |
so long as | 3 |
that i in | 3 |
for my love | 3 |
have i seen | 3 |
to make me | 3 |
is it thy | 3 |
never can be | 3 |
is not so | 3 |
i am old | 3 |
it is not | 3 |
i may not | 3 |
how to make | 3 |
my love shall | 3 |
time do i | 3 |
beauty of thy | 3 |
thy glass will | 3 |
not be so | 3 |
and all my | 3 |
thee that i | 3 |
the treasure of | 3 |
as a decrepit | 2 |
make our appetite | 2 |
full many a | 2 |
believe my verse | 2 |
can my love | 2 |
centre of my | 2 |
but the child | 2 |
me to justify | 2 |
shall besiege thy | 2 |
with thy tongue | 2 |
to make our | 2 |
by thy beauty | 2 |
i am now | 2 |
pretty wrongs that | 2 |
say that i | 2 |
me for my | 2 |
absent from thy | 2 |
but do not | 2 |
time to come | 2 |
what poverty my | 2 |
shall not persuade | 2 |
parts of thee | 2 |
thing that grows | 2 |
all my loves | 2 |
of many a | 2 |
let me not | 2 |
two loves i | 2 |
oft when thou | 2 |
blunt thou the | 2 |
i faint when | 2 |
you do write | 2 |
in me behold | 2 |
thy soul check | 2 |
his great verse | 2 |
say thy fault | 2 |
for thy sake | 2 |
mine eyes best | 2 |
in time to | 2 |
shall live your | 2 |
cupid laid by | 2 |
if the dull | 2 |
i do change | 2 |
art as tyrannous | 2 |
that time come | 2 |
shalt not boast | 2 |
thee with mine | 2 |
have i drunk | 2 |
a mightier way | 2 |
the waves make | 2 |
when to the | 2 |
can be old | 2 |
a winter hath | 2 |
love shall be | 2 |
love and pity | 2 |
of new pride | 2 |
dear for my | 2 |
thou survive my | 2 |
forward violet thus | 2 |
confess that we | 2 |
let those who | 2 |
thou shalt be | 2 |
set me light | 2 |
manners holds her | 2 |
of a former | 2 |
in their skill | 2 |
expense of spirit | 2 |
in manners holds | 2 |
for fear to | 2 |
thou music sadly | 2 |
of the dead | 2 |
in thy power | 2 |
i took my | 2 |
how like a | 2 |
it that says | 2 |
never saw that | 2 |
of his great | 2 |
to my thoughts | 2 |
not my love | 2 |
to thy sweet | 2 |
thou upon thy | 2 |
sake do you | 2 |
that you did | 2 |
his cheek the | 2 |
be vile than | 2 |
me i am | 2 |
loves i have | 2 |
when i was | 2 |
thou being mine | 2 |
knows it is | 2 |
not boast that | 2 |
my muse brings | 2 |
being full of | 2 |
with gentle work | 2 |
we two must | 2 |
the world should | 2 |
that ink may | 2 |
he will not | 2 |
mine is thy | 2 |
i left you | 2 |
then return in | 2 |
may i sing | 2 |
thou promise such | 2 |
and pity doth | 2 |
heart to groan | 2 |
to my muse | 2 |
not with me | 2 |
is my verse | 2 |
thou muse that | 2 |
do not press | 2 |
of thy mind | 2 |
you to my | 2 |
all mine eye | 2 |
love excuse the | 2 |
love to any | 2 |
waste of shame | 2 |
haste me to | 2 |
and you in | 2 |
that he is | 2 |
most i wink | 2 |
in loving thee | 2 |
father takes delight | 2 |
the proud full | 2 |
in thee are | 2 |
by his brand | 2 |
no more be | 2 |
deny that thou | 2 |
should task you | 2 |
want subject to | 2 |
the pebbled shore | 2 |
makes my heart | 2 |
there be nothing | 2 |
is endeared with | 2 |
thus can my | 2 |
saw that you | 2 |
though more weak | 2 |
didst thou promise | 2 |
slave what should | 2 |
thy dear virtue | 2 |
with manners may | 2 |
appetite more keen | 2 |
in their birth | 2 |
how can my | 2 |
in disgrace with | 2 |
thou shalt wane | 2 |
for my possessing | 2 |
thee for my | 2 |
power to hurt | 2 |
if there be | 2 |
much more doth | 2 |
it the proud | 2 |
thy beauties wear | 2 |
with fortune and | 2 |
dost thou make | 2 |
the other two | 2 |
mine own desert | 2 |
who is it | 2 |
the slow offence | 2 |
thy fault is | 2 |
at that which | 2 |
in the brain | 2 |
you with fortune | 2 |
task you to | 2 |
nor dare i | 2 |
have of comfort | 2 |
i as the | 2 |
within my brain | 2 |
shall not be | 2 |
whoever hath her | 2 |
where art thou | 2 |
too young to | 2 |
i do not | 2 |
thou art cruel | 2 |
the better part | 2 |
who are in | 2 |
let not my | 2 |
shall i compare | 2 |
faint when i | 2 |
the very same | 2 |
face thou viewest | 2 |
aught to me | 2 |
love put in | 2 |
a beauteous day | 2 |
that thou didst | 2 |
world should task | 2 |
like the sun | 2 |
is it not | 2 |
muse that thou | 2 |
with mine eyes | 2 |
call upon thy | 2 |
and all things | 2 |
must be twain | 2 |
it for fear | 2 |
if my dear | 2 |
what potions have | 2 |
if ever that | 2 |
forsake me for | 2 |
heart that makes | 2 |
how oft when | 2 |
time of year | 2 |
are you to | 2 |
of mine own | 2 |
check thee that | 2 |
what power hast | 2 |
in happy plight | 2 |
like a winter | 2 |
thy worth with | 2 |
who in thy | 2 |
how thy beauties | 2 |
me for some | 2 |
i been absent | 2 |
which thou hast | 2 |
and thee i | 2 |
in me thou | 2 |
you did painting | 2 |
at a mortal | 2 |
sail of his | 2 |
as i am | 2 |
of spirit in | 2 |
every thing that | 2 |
thou hast done | 2 |
not from the | 2 |
do i my | 2 |
i then return | 2 |
with fortune chide | 2 |
me to my | 2 |
me i bore | 2 |
decrepit father takes | 2 |
is thy good | 2 |
drunk of siren | 2 |
the marriage of | 2 |
that is in | 2 |
call not me | 2 |
it not with | 2 |
glass will show | 2 |
that with gentle | 2 |
count the clock | 2 |
then can i | 2 |
of wasted time | 2 |
be wise as | 2 |
whether doth my | 2 |
sweet silent thought | 2 |
thy worst to | 2 |
must not be | 2 |
me when i | 2 |
like as the | 2 |
the orient when | 2 |
tell the face | 2 |
more doth beauty | 2 |
bosom is endeared | 2 |
the clock that | 2 |
if thou wilt | 2 |
thee to a | 2 |
are in favour | 2 |
epitaph to make | 2 |
unkind befriends me | 2 |
league is took | 2 |
if thy soul | 2 |
did i chide | 2 |
thou shalt not | 2 |
weary with toil | 2 |
being your slave | 2 |
alone did call | 2 |
own hand painted | 2 |
violet thus did | 2 |
a glorious morning | 2 |
restful death i | 2 |
thy good report | 2 |
with thy sweet | 2 |
i do count | 2 |
my body is | 2 |
o truant muse | 2 |
bore the canopy | 2 |
forty winters shall | 2 |
from fairest creatures | 2 |
thou thy self | 2 |
with the time | 2 |
too dear for | 2 |
mine own self | 2 |
thy image should | 2 |
and tell the | 2 |
when forty winters | 2 |
and lovely dost | 2 |
of thy beauty | 2 |
the old age | 2 |
the strength of | 2 |
should keep open | 2 |
first your slave | 2 |
have i not | 2 |
verse so barren | 2 |
took my way | 2 |
housewife runs to | 2 |
might i not | 2 |
did call upon | 2 |
thus did i | 2 |
thou art true | 2 |
with that which | 2 |
eyes are nothing | 2 |
come so near | 2 |
in a waste | 2 |
thy glass and | 2 |
careful was i | 2 |
when the gracious | 2 |
persuade me i | 2 |
so far from | 2 |
what shall be | 2 |
ever that time | 2 |
pity doth the | 2 |
what dost thou | 2 |
my love excuse | 2 |
to wet a | 2 |
the prey of | 2 |
thou didst forsake | 2 |
my life hath | 2 |
endeared with all | 2 |
that you yourself | 2 |
power hast thou | 2 |
when i consider | 2 |
that i may | 2 |
with infection should | 2 |
i am dead | 2 |
love swears that | 2 |
for me when | 2 |
and thy dear | 2 |
glass shall not | 2 |
my absence been | 2 |
tied muse in | 2 |
that fell arrest | 2 |
i come so | 2 |
than thou art | 2 |
me first your | 2 |
a fever longing | 2 |
but wherefore do | 2 |
that we two | 2 |
can say more | 2 |
my thoughts as | 2 |
the eye of | 2 |
that says most | 2 |
swear against the | 2 |
that which is | 2 |
thee how to | 2 |
careful housewife runs | 2 |
it thy will | 2 |
to me i | 2 |
and heart a | 2 |
gentle work did | 2 |
as the rich | 2 |
look in thy | 2 |
dost thou spend | 2 |
thou art too | 2 |
or whether doth | 2 |
that made me | 2 |
when my love | 2 |
is too young | 2 |
winters shall besiege | 2 |
music to hear | 2 |
of year thou | 2 |
hand did make | 2 |
eyes hath love | 2 |
love is my | 2 |
i alone did | 2 |
of all thy | 2 |
art thou muse | 2 |
is it that | 2 |
when that fell | 2 |
on the way | 2 |
wherefore do not | 2 |
orient when the | 2 |
and purging fire | 2 |
eyes can see | 2 |
as pitying me | 2 |
but if thou | 2 |
so fast thou | 2 |
that i come | 2 |
runs to catch | 2 |
eye doth view | 2 |
brand and fell | 2 |
no longer mourn | 2 |
lord of my | 2 |
have gone here | 2 |
thine eyes i | 2 |
beshrew that heart | 2 |
god lying once | 2 |
consider every thing | 2 |
spirit in a | 2 |
worst to steal | 2 |
of siren tears | 2 |
we desire increase | 2 |
thou wert not | 2 |
if it were | 2 |
your slave what | 2 |
made of truth | 2 |
you never can | 2 |
muse in manners | 2 |
in such sort | 2 |
never say that | 2 |
muse brings forth | 2 |
will show thee | 2 |
as with that | 2 |
as a fever | 2 |
say i love | 2 |
have sworn thee | 2 |
all the world | 2 |
hath my absence | 2 |
when thou wilt | 2 |
to all the | 2 |
and every fair | 2 |
for fear of | 2 |
my glass shall | 2 |
do mine eyes | 2 |
all my best | 2 |
thou this powerful | 2 |
as an unperfect | 2 |
eyes best see | 2 |
do you with | 2 |
nor boundless sea | 2 |
be thy amends | 2 |
thou art all | 2 |
nothing like the | 2 |
work did frame | 2 |
accuse me thus | 2 |
of thy worth | 2 |
they that have | 2 |
me confess that | 2 |
what is your | 2 |
of comfort and | 2 |
favour with their | 2 |
those lines that | 2 |
as thou shalt | 2 |
in one of | 2 |
for my muse | 2 |
all my grief | 2 |
own hand did | 2 |
nor the gilded | 2 |
the world will | 2 |
thou shalt find | 2 |
were your self | 2 |
and for that | 2 |
not me to | 2 |
since i left | 2 |
to thee i | 2 |
so is it | 2 |
boast that i | 2 |
can my muse | 2 |
and fell asleep | 2 |
love thee not | 2 |
truth and beauty | 2 |
but that which | 2 |
gone here and | 2 |
hath her wish | 2 |
thoughts as food | 2 |
dost thou to | 2 |
in thy heart | 2 |
those who are | 2 |
compare thee to | 2 |
food to life | 2 |
but as the | 2 |
to make him | 2 |
is not all | 2 |
to torture me | 2 |
your epitaph to | 2 |
stars do i | 2 |
thee in such | 2 |
i chide the | 2 |
this powerful might | 2 |
therefore to be | 2 |
that is so | 2 |
beauty beauteous seem | 2 |
thy breast doth | 2 |
better to be | 2 |
have writ do | 2 |
with me as | 2 |
in the orient | 2 |
renew thy force | 2 |
against my self | 2 |
i invoked thee | 2 |
i have gone | 2 |
and thou shalt | 2 |
who will believe | 2 |
heart are at | 2 |
muse want subject | 2 |
proud full sail | 2 |
be it not | 2 |
year thou mayst | 2 |
but thou art | 2 |
not all my | 2 |
disgrace with fortune | 2 |
many a glorious | 2 |
make towards the | 2 |
do i journey | 2 |
i when i | 2 |
the child of | 2 |
you were once | 2 |
are you made | 2 |
the world may | 2 |
is it for | 2 |
from what power | 2 |
do but tend | 2 |
old age black | 2 |
are at a | 2 |
and therefore to | 2 |
before have writ | 2 |
how sweet and | 2 |
false of heart | 2 |
tells the time | 2 |
the prophetic soul | 2 |
hast her it | 2 |
i love you | 2 |
are nothing like | 2 |
painter and hath | 2 |
promise such a | 2 |
now i have | 2 |
shall be as | 2 |
with all hearts | 2 |
make the shame | 2 |
me not to | 2 |
faith i do | 2 |
and i am | 2 |
survive my well | 2 |
ink may character | 2 |
and to the | 2 |
i was false | 2 |
am i as | 2 |
even in the | 2 |
tired with all | 2 |
my judgement pluck | 2 |
fault is youth | 2 |
i compare thee | 2 |
that have power | 2 |
doth beauty beauteous | 2 |
to the sessions | 2 |
a waste of | 2 |
the gilded monuments | 2 |
have i been | 2 |
so as thou | 2 |
in thy glass | 2 |
i shall live | 2 |
you a mightier | 2 |
the map of | 2 |
the forward violet | 2 |
is my sin | 2 |
will be a | 2 |
that i before | 2 |
my love be | 2 |
thou hast her | 2 |
whose blessed key | 2 |
eye is in | 2 |
the thing they | 2 |
which on thy | 2 |
whilst i alone | 2 |
was it the | 2 |
excuse the slow | 2 |
as the waves | 2 |
age black was | 2 |
verse in time | 2 |
the painter and | 2 |
the little love | 2 |
doth my mind | 2 |
dear love were | 2 |
my flesh were | 2 |
have seen by | 2 |
morning have i | 2 |
sin of self | 2 |
what eyes hath | 2 |
shall i live | 2 |
mine own fears | 2 |
with too much | 2 |
were it not | 2 |
which can say | 2 |
love possesseth all | 2 |
of thy love | 2 |
lest the world | 2 |
i have scanted | 2 |
if thou survive | 2 |
fever longing still | 2 |
thou blind fool | 2 |
what conscience is | 2 |
show thee how | 2 |
a careful housewife | 2 |
my muse want | 2 |
so are you | 2 |
the stars do | 2 |
more weak in | 2 |
how i faint | 2 |
say that thou | 2 |
love you are | 2 |
that which i | 2 |
nor the prophetic | 2 |
the earth can | 2 |
how heavy do | 2 |
map of days | 2 |
love thee in | 2 |
thou to mine | 2 |
weak in seeming | 2 |
heart a league | 2 |
swears that she | 2 |
justify the wrong | 2 |
live in this | 2 |
of my love | 2 |
art too dear | 2 |
grant thou wert | 2 |
the gracious light | 2 |
sessions of sweet | 2 |
a kind of | 2 |
you have i | 2 |
a decrepit father | 2 |
whom in vassalage | 2 |
not to be | 2 |
winter hath my | 2 |
thou mayst in | 2 |
befriends me now | 2 |
the sessions of | 2 |
i can not | 2 |
comfort and despair | 2 |
such a beauteous | 2 |
but be contented | 2 |
why is my | 2 |
longer mourn for | 2 |
on the stage | 2 |
a mortal war | 2 |
take them all | 2 |
love is too | 2 |
were once unkind | 2 |
dear virtue hate | 2 |
are within my | 2 |
she is made | 2 |
my verse in | 2 |
with their stars | 2 |
hate me when | 2 |
my lovely boy | 2 |
image should keep | 2 |
thee to be | 2 |
i have of | 2 |
ragged hand deface | 2 |
i journey on | 2 |
soul check thee | 2 |
with that muse | 2 |
upon thy aid | 2 |
those parts of | 2 |
do count the | 2 |
a league is | 2 |
if it be | 2 |
thus is his | 2 |
when i took | 2 |
barren of new | 2 |
substance of my | 2 |
and heart are | 2 |
for that which | 2 |
some glory in | 2 |
that makes my | 2 |
full sail of | 2 |
made me first | 2 |
my verse so | 2 |
so barren of | 2 |
you were your | 2 |
when in disgrace | 2 |
subject to invent | 2 |
those lips that | 2 |
so am i | 2 |
sweet and lovely | 2 |
in my sight | 2 |
i consider every | 2 |
my deeds to | 2 |
be as i | 2 |
and do not | 2 |
in the old | 2 |
in that i | 2 |
once unkind befriends | 2 |
is your substance | 2 |
those pretty wrongs | 2 |
have scanted all | 2 |
lines that i | 2 |
to steal thyself | 2 |
you to recite | 2 |
and to be | 2 |
of you do | 2 |
is his cheek | 2 |
as food to | 2 |
the dull substance | 2 |
to mine eyes | 2 |
against my love | 2 |
the centre of | 2 |
then do mine | 2 |
chronicle of wasted | 2 |
part of me | 2 |
to whom in | 2 |
to know what | 2 |
unperfect actor on | 2 |
he is thine | 2 |
potions have i | 2 |
our appetite more | 2 |
i bore the | 2 |
wherefore with infection | 2 |
how careful was | 2 |
her it is | 2 |
doth the impression | 2 |
your love and | 2 |
manners may i | 2 |
let me confess | 2 |
i of you | 2 |
do not you | 2 |
but in the | 2 |
in thy breast | 2 |
whereof are you | 2 |
did painting need | 2 |
fairest creatures we | 2 |
for thy self | 2 |
been absent in | 2 |
the impression fill | 2 |
in faith i | 2 |
is the time | 2 |
my sake do | 2 |
be thy defect | 2 |
of true minds | 2 |
my dear love | 2 |
the time that | 2 |
that mine eye | 2 |
know what conscience | 2 |
treasure of thy | 2 |
steal thyself away | 2 |
absent in the | 2 |
and to his | 2 |
married to my | 2 |
worth with manners | 2 |
that time of | 2 |
of that which | 2 |
mayst in me | 2 |
journey on the | 2 |
will do none | 2 |
of my flesh | 2 |
black was not | 2 |
to the heart | 2 |
fast as thou | 2 |
how thy worth | 2 |
in my love | 2 |
not so much | 2 |
clock that tells | 2 |
invoked thee for | 2 |
have power to | 2 |
for love of | 2 |
of my sinful | 2 |
in favour with | 2 |
death i cry | 2 |
i drunk of | 2 |
which in thy | 2 |
when i of | 2 |
more delight than | 2 |
of days outworn | 2 |
so foul a | 2 |
that thou hast | 2 |
i think good | 2 |
were but the | 2 |
that heart that | 2 |
to justify the | 2 |
so oft have | 2 |
my friend and | 2 |
infection should he | 2 |
young to know | 2 |
i grant thou | 2 |
wise as thou | 2 |
glory in their | 2 |
an unperfect actor | 2 |
actor on the | 2 |
loving thee thou | 2 |
love thee with | 2 |
from the stars | 2 |
have i invoked | 2 |
by and by | 2 |
return in happy | 2 |
better part of | 2 |
mine own love | 2 |
for a look | 2 |
not counted fair | 2 |
child of state | 2 |
thy self thou | 2 |
dull substance of | 2 |
but do thy | 2 |
i before have | 2 |
shall be thy | 2 |
then hate me | 2 |
why didst thou | 2 |
that liberty commits | 2 |
it not said | 2 |
towards the pebbled | 2 |
is made of | 2 |
when i do | 2 |
then let not | 2 |
and for myself | 2 |
cheek the map | 2 |
me as with | 2 |
for restful death | 2 |
of the time | 2 |
me when thou | 2 |
supposing thou art | 2 |
wrongs that liberty | 2 |
heavy do i | 2 |
within thine own | 2 |
betwixt mine eye | 2 |
not you a | 2 |
i do but | 2 |
vile than vile | 2 |
live your epitaph | 2 |
i am forsworn | 2 |
to be vile | 2 |
thee that the | 2 |
that the world | 2 |
the chronicle of | 2 |
oaths of thy | 2 |
to set me | 2 |
to the marriage | 2 |
his brand and | 2 |
i think on | 2 |
that thou in | 2 |
thoughts of love | 2 |
as a careful | 2 |
when most i | 2 |
thou make the | 2 |
and all those | 2 |
that she is | 2 |
for some fault | 2 |
muse what shall | 2 |
lying once asleep | 2 |
what should i | 2 |
yea take them | 2 |
be nothing new | 2 |
do not love | 2 |
should i do | 2 |
poverty my muse | 2 |
holds her still | 2 |
wert not married | 2 |
marriage of true | 2 |
possesseth all mine | 2 |
creatures we desire | 2 |
mine eye hath | 2 |
the face thou | 2 |
writ do lie | 2 |
didst forsake me | 2 |
that god forbid | 2 |
not married to | 2 |
glorious morning have | 2 |
was i when | 2 |
or i shall | 2 |
thou art the | 2 |
sworn thee fair | 2 |
love were but | 2 |
my love swears | 2 |
in the chronicle | 2 |
that thou art | 2 |
waves make towards | 2 |
truant muse what | 2 |
besiege thy brow | 2 |
that which flies | 2 |
what thou dost | 2 |
oft have i | 2 |
of thee that | 2 |
day by day | 2 |
where is my | 2 |
was false of | 2 |
was not counted | 2 |
of thy days | 2 |
hath love put | 2 |
from you have | 2 |
not to the | 2 |
lovely dost thou | 2 |
not love thee | 2 |
not be thy | 2 |
your self in | 2 |
i am not | 2 |
flesh were thought | 2 |
put in my | 2 |
not persuade me | 2 |
i my judgement | 2 |
of sweet silent | 2 |
not mine own | 2 |
thee how thy | 2 |
will believe my | 2 |
fear to wet | 2 |
here and there | 2 |
and will do | 2 |
thy bosom is | 2 |
two must be | 2 |
eyes i love | 2 |
to my bed | 2 |
glass and tell | 2 |
thy proud heart | 2 |