trigram

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trigram	frequency
most true that	14
is my love	13
all the world	13
of my heart	13
and in my	12
to the world	11
that are not	10
my love and	10
and all the	10
my heart to	10
of his love	10
the beauty of	10
that i have	9
if this be	9
and yet i	8
my heart is	8
that i am	8
it is not	8
of the sonnet	8
my love is	8
day and night	8
there is no	8
the death of	8
why should i	7
so sweet a	7
my love was	7
to make me	7
i may not	7
it is a	7
my heart with	7
to my love	7
the world doth	7
in my love	7
some in their	7
i have seen	7
that i should	7
as well as	7
to my heart	7
foe to reason	6
in my heart	6
it may be	6
end and death	6
of the end	6
and death of	6
to see the	6
do not so	6
and yet my	6
of my pain	6
true that i	6
that was not	6
the edition of	6
thou canst not	6
this be love	6
of all my	6
i dare not	6
my love doth	6
the sons of	6
and in the	6
of my life	6
that i might	6
one of the	6
nor of the	6
of my desire	6
death of his	6
is far more	6
the name of	6
for my sake	6
the end and	6
in spite of	6
of his life	6
plague thee for	5
i am no	5
the fact that	5
sighs and tears	5
for such a	5
so soon as	5
in whom all	5
heaven and earth	5
i saw the	5
of the night	5
in that i	5
i do not	5
nor of my	5
and from the	5
my heart doth	5
to work my	5
me to my	5
to thee i	5
my poor heart	5
my wish to	5
in time the	5
i know the	5
that thou mayst	5
if thou wilt	5
and to the	5
thou art the	5
i love thee	5
for i have	5
of my woe	5
the countess of	5
that will not	5
more or less	5
had she not	5
with a frown	5
i am not	5
in hope to	5
my life and	5
no more shall	5
by all the	5
and my love	5
my sorrows to	5
and all my	5
found in the	5
cupid plague thee	5
why dost thou	5
as fast as	5
in the air	5
for to be	5
or to the	5
the wonder of	5
so shall i	5
for that they	5
thus do i	5
the honour of	5
and if i	5
my heart in	5
but if thou	5
let me die	5
i love to	5
so long as	5
the world may	5
no more the	5
much i love	5
then will i	5
to be a	5
and do not	5
that i do	5
the hour of	5
the image of	5
the reason why	5
the god of	5
of my love	5
was published in	4
could not choose	4
wish to thee	4
the praises of	4
so shall you	4
in my breast	4
to her eyes	4
for all my	4
that she hath	4
the expression of	4
for my love	4
the pains of	4
and i am	4
of her eyes	4
fools and children	4
to make a	4
in such a	4
of the time	4
no marvel then	4
no more my	4
and i my	4
nor of thy	4
that i could	4
not to be	4
to hear her	4
still the same	4
thoughts of love	4
then shall i	4
or as the	4
if it were	4
the son of	4
for this treason	4
clang of arms	4
so foul a	4
but i must	4
that i in	4
drop the tear	4
but that is	4
compare me to	4
when the sun	4
that all the	4
in my verse	4
blame me not	4
the more i	4
i part from	4
of mine own	4
that tells the	4
the subject of	4
the life of	4
do i not	4
my love to	4
when first i	4
from mine eyes	4
sue for grace	4
to know the	4
my love that	4
thy sweet self	4
tell my wish	4
time to come	4
from out the	4
at length to	4
and all in	4
my love in	4
of my song	4
my heart and	4
was wont to	4
my life hath	4
that day wherein	4
beauty of her	4
i have no	4
and i must	4
my heart hath	4
that i may	4
beauty of thy	4
from out my	4
now no more	4
on the shore	4
all the rest	4
make me love	4
soon as the	4
how much i	4
and all those	4
but let my	4
there was no	4
the will of	4
the joys of	4
that in my	4
for thou art	4
of the sonnets	4
the cruel fair	4
my heart the	4
of my care	4
for fear of	4
in vain my	4
to see her	4
well i know	4
was to be	4
if i have	4
and what i	4
courage to my	4
iii of the	4
upon occasion of	4
she not been	4
the author of	4
and will not	4
by her eyes	4
or let me	4
of the soul	4
the breath of	4
where thou art	4
in the edition	4
my sighs and	4
to make the	4
thus am i	4
how can i	4
i love her	4
thou mayst be	4
in praise of	4
and in thy	4
and yet the	4
and when the	4
thee for this	4
but when my	4
the hour when	4
love and life	4
my love did	4
the personality of	4
to love and	4
do i love	4
as one that	4
the world shall	4
countess of shrewsbury	4
that is not	4
of the mind	4
when thou art	4
to his mistress	4
no more to	4
the heart of	3
mine eye is	3
to my thoughts	3
thee how to	3
to thy fame	3
me to the	3
the gloom of	3
and set my	3
from my soul	3
not choose but	3
the work of	3
a kiss to	3
misfortune in love	3
god of love	3
is to the	3
where delia hath	3
of the year	3
and i shall	3
wherein the first	3
my verse in	3
and yet you	3
weight of woe	3
all that i	3
me that i	3
we both did	3
with many a	3
the memory of	3
tears and sighs	3
are the nights	3
with her eyes	3
me all this	3
of thy beauty	3
would not be	3
as in the	3
with too much	3
of my breast	3
rose and lilies	3
i must die	3
by martha foote	3
and that which	3
pleasure of the	3
the sum of	3
these are the	3
then wilt thou	3
the pages of	3
under the name	3
of my joy	3
me not to	3
memory of the	3
and that thou	3
of which the	3
have seen thee	3
and though the	3
these weeping truce	3
of life that	3
my heart that	3
of him that	3
against the god	3
that my soul	3
i had not	3
the golden world	3
if i might	3
seem to have	3
of my mind	3
the rising sun	3
if so i	3
and in his	3
that i was	3
the very same	3
thou must be	3
the world to	3
and could not	3
devotion to the	3
when all my	3
sons of my	3
think on thee	3
cease to love	3
and for that	3
she would not	3
methinks i see	3
in my mind	3
the chief of	3
be so cruel	3
are my sighs	3
mine eye and	3
my sighs do	3
and poor in	3
that makes me	3
edited by martha	3
the world with	3
hath my heart	3
for when i	3
my love shall	3
is of a	3
thy self thy	3
will i pray	3
which in thy	3
to be so	3
to the most	3
were wont to	3
yet will i	3
the stream of	3
the eye of	3
no more can	3
they are not	3
is found in	3
and think the	3
no sooner had	3
time shall come	3
become of me	3
the poet was	3
deep is the	3
my thoughts and	3
but when i	3
see in time	3
the level of	3
she and i	3
the hand of	3
in the world	3
show to the	3
on the ground	3
shall i say	3
in love only	3
how to make	3
not found in	3
i thy power	3
i have sworn	3
great deal of	3
hath her seat	3
praises forth shall	3
and have no	3
my heart thy	3
said to have	3
not thy show	3
not so much	3
i of the	3
that she doth	3
yet am i	3
because my heart	3
was one of	3
in vain to	3
all my senses	3
cycles edited by	3
v of the	3
i did not	3
in time to	3
why do you	3
martha foote crow	3
in his own	3
so rare a	3
of the fifty	3
love my life	3
for want of	3
but in the	3
my heart shall	3
we see in	3
then shall my	3
that my heart	3
my eyes with	3
thy beauty so	3
of all the	3
in the west	3
of that which	3
in my face	3
in verse to	3
he grasps the	3
the clang of	3
to all the	3
so hard a	3
from some the	3
and so my	3
only starved in	3
she hath no	3
that i must	3
can i then	3
ye forgot the	3
and like a	3
that love is	3
where my fair	3
the alms of	3
never can be	3
one of these	3
not at all	3
the song of	3
the reach of	3
i praise thee	3
where i have	3
to my soul	3
have i been	3
and all things	3
that which i	3
responsive to the	3
within my heart	3
with my tears	3
god of hosts	3
thou wilt not	3
in my soul	3
the queen of	3
the temple of	3
not have been	3
rest in peace	3
for in thy	3
when i have	3
thou hast no	3
to him the	3
against that time	3
how much more	3
by me the	3
how can it	3
and that in	3
i shall live	3
by so much	3
mayst be loved	3
which my heart	3
wilt thou be	3
shall be thy	3
and he in	3
he will not	3
of the fairest	3
to mine eyes	3
that which it	3
in my desire	3
thee to be	3
hope and fear	3
when thou shalt	3
love as well	3
of my tears	3
the cause i	3
the vale of	3
i should not	3
heart hath slain	3
unto pity move	3
with a kiss	3
to live alone	3
to live in	3
to have been	3
in thy breast	3
expression of a	3
world of the	3
my faith and	3
the picture of	3
such is my	3
my love with	3
the world will	3
edition of the	3
here my love	3
house london w	3
and i to	3
needs must i	3
those lips that	3
is not in	3
comfort to my	3
if she were	3
that i had	3
my thoughts do	3
as all the	3
or that the	3
my fair chloris	3
paternoster house london	3
i never saw	3
though i thy	3
must not be	3
thou that art	3
pains of hell	3
o let me	3
fact that the	3
his death in	3
i say i	3
him to his	3
is not so	3
the scene of	3
when i am	3
the cause of	3
that my love	3
to thee my	3
and then my	3
in one of	3
yet shall my	3
and dare not	3
bed of death	3
that tongue that	3
the soul to	3
am only starved	3
to see my	3
well as i	3
delia hath her	3
have i not	3
i will not	3
the soul of	3
to prove the	3
o that i	3
nor knows the	3
in this sort	3
then do i	3
him of his	3
is in my	3
of misfortune in	3
is said to	3
the weight of	3
shall never be	3
for her sweet	3
let me sigh	3
that they may	3
as i by	3
the glory of	3
when i was	3
thy power admire	3
to the grave	3
thou art my	3
in honour of	3
like as the	3
and found it	3
death to me	3
of a king	3
of many a	3
no more thy	3
the beauties of	3
the spirit of	3
i would be	3
the lady rich	3
the treasure of	3
of pity from	3
have ye forgot	3
to see me	3
and for my	3
of thine eyes	3
the sixteenth century	3
as to the	3
was her stay	3
a great deal	3
not be so	3
the air with	3
am i still	3
i live in	3
when i the	3
borne on the	3
when in the	3
when all the	3
the child of	3
for a time	3
the voice of	3
as i had	3
my soul with	3
and thou shalt	3
what they see	3
vows and prayers	3
of god and	3
her hard heart	3
which in my	3
ere yet my	3
the pleasure of	3
summit of yon	3
life and death	3
wonder of our	3
and on a	3
i know it	3
power to move	3
of true love	3
no more i	3
no more than	3
shall become of	3
the first be	3
i felt the	3
what should i	3
of the edition	3
knew not why	3
of such a	3
of the day	3
to the reader	3
unto the world	3
here and there	3
unto a cruel	3
of thy fair	3
as long as	3
o do not	3
for thy sake	3
for all the	3
of my age	3
and many a	3
what shall become	3
when she was	3
starved in my	3
have an end	3
to whom my	3
on him that	3
in the spring	3
of thy worth	3
the world is	3
heart is love	3
my fortune ever	3
a number of	3
and in this	3
and yet thou	3
if it be	3
time do i	3
it is the	3
true that she	3
the touch of	3
the map of	3
i in my	3
of the spring	3
if that i	3
that which thou	3
the world must	3
mine eye the	3
my heart thou	3
your fair eyes	3
to ease my	3
the poison of	3
and let her	3
the morning sun	3
the title of	3
my thoughts that	3
to the very	3
and sighs and	3
of her heart	3
thy day of	3
in midst of	3
about her heart	3
but when your	3
my heart was	3
with my sighs	3
both of us	3
strive to prove	2
ewes and lambs	2
and then he	2
his vengeance fell	2
in her absence	2
when i more	2
and so me	2
my dear love	2
where all my	2
thou in thy	2
for he that	2
shall not remove	2
she is a	2
thy heart too	2
the hopes of	2
calm the tempest	2
thy superfluous praise	2
breath of life	2
hear her speak	2
i shall see	2
her fair brow	2
eye a fire	2
i love you	2
which on thy	2
to my breast	2
of his native	2
and scant my	2
still to grace	2
the empty air	2
thou wilt be	2
treasure of thy	2
life shall end	2
for succour to	2
nor do i	2
my death doth	2
doth not know	2
fain would the	2
you call these	2
there is a	2
love and you	2
begun because i	2
so much more	2
whilst i with	2
how sweet thoughts	2
of high regard	2
of the fair	2
he had once	2
the nights because	2
scorned my tears	2
with sighs and	2
my soul was	2
thou flyest me	2
but it is	2
to the right	2
the passions of	2
woodstock books otley	2
with the song	2
whom i admire	2
stream of time	2
but those that	2
the fading flame	2
whereas my love	2
though in these	2
which from my	2
is heard the	2
this earth that	2
and yet a	2
scene of fame	2
for now of	2
to the earth	2
should my papers	2
sorrows to assuage	2
my heart of	2
it was my	2
i think good	2
to sport him	2
of both poets	2
must have an	2
the editions of	2
make the world	2
lamp of life	2
with mine own	2
the king of	2
will paint the	2
that thou dost	2
canst not die	2
yet though i	2
to steal away	2
far more wonderful	2
been fair and	2
the pith of	2
was her hair	2
to the river	2
you add such	2
the april of	2
cloud of woe	2
the echo of	2
in the return	2
all this fire	2
no sun but	2
is the fire	2
the age to	2
a series of	2
no help to	2
to survey the	2
for grief and	2
the impost of	2
thou shalt find	2
what is he	2
this is love	2
feet stole on	2
and to be	2
though i know	2
such courage to	2
so will i	2
and riches of	2
sigh and grieve	2
of the renaissance	2
thy breast doth	2
sonnets from the	2
she saw my	2
i would not	2
thou shalt be	2
that makes my	2
triumphs in the	2
her stay because	2
death of moses	2
say thou art	2
to seize the	2
to weep and	2
senses have no	2
like an eaglet	2
who wonders not	2
day or night	2
elixir of my	2
world may see	2
all the heavens	2
change my mind	2
a sea of	2
his hand at	2
so is the	2
lost in love	2
the sonnets themselves	2
the story of	2
to come shall	2
the grief that	2
i vow my	2
was in the	2
my love be	2
she would have	2
laid by his	2
and therefore to	2
for love of	2
me in that	2
to her hand	2
faith hath been	2
red and white	2
and so i	2
the first place	2
her eyes are	2
still have i	2
glasses of my	2
and most entire	2
occasion of her	2
been in the	2
full many a	2
she doth me	2
with his fathers	2
never shall the	2
to increase the	2
so shall thy	2
thou being mine	2
they augmenters of	2
let her know	2
i never more	2
patroness of these	2
by giles fletcher	2
shall i joy	2
it to be	2
since the world	2
say i love	2
than thou art	2
and for their	2
where love himself	2
where is my	2
never had my	2
in the fact	2
my senses all	2
not able to	2
fair and thus	2
her for her	2
will be found	2
it is true	2
all too long	2
sunk to calm	2
mine own self	2
from day to	2
the prize of	2
picture of the	2
alone i loved	2
to the poet	2
that in thy	2
where i had	2
with so pure	2
the majesty and	2
are her lips	2
and show the	2
to the flame	2
she hath done	2
his opening mind	2
accents of my	2
to me is	2
are my dreams	2
the secrets of	2
was held in	2
river by which	2
my high desire	2
of being the	2
in the flame	2
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who whilst i	2
all i saw	2
of the pastoral	2
day by day	2
for the expression	2
to quench the	2
knew to fear	2
may live in	2
might be blest	2
my thraldom be	2
subject of the	2
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conspire to work	2
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sufferance laboured to	2
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rare a place	2
far as the	2
with tears doth	2
is the time	2
had once been	2
should be to	2
my soul i	2
my love as	2
impious feet stole	2
of her face	2
in time shall	2
hath made me	2
but by thy	2
more than fair	2
her eyes to	2
the one to	2
i wont to	2
i was a	2
my thoughts in	2
although her eyes	2
verse in time	2
have mine eyes	2
i know that	2
the essence of	2
she seems to	2
the beam of	2
is it thy	2
lift the sword	2
say that thou	2
of a single	2
sweet and lovely	2
and the straits	2
kiss to me	2
do not therefore	2
for if i	2
than the snow	2
shall be glad	2
than the rest	2
i needs must	2
in thee thy	2
burns my heart	2
in bloody colours	2
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in seas of	2
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witness of my	2
and of love	2
when daniel was	2
to myself i	2
of my smart	2
a kind of	2
i mean the	2
they do but	2
oaths of thy	2
that is in	2
long are the	2
will not come	2
be sure that	2
kill me so	2
that he is	2
sight of him	2
the fairest fair	2
now i find	2
my days because	2
and learned personages	2
of my bliss	2
honourable and learned	2
complaint of his	2
astrophel and stella	2
my thoughts of	2
written on a	2
it be not	2
these little loves	2
a murder wrought	2
his translation of	2
in this my	2
part of me	2
i woo thee	2
of this our	2
love is no	2
might i not	2
how much my	2
do my hopes	2
to take up	2
knows it is	2
to the fire	2
how can my	2
me to her	2
nor yet the	2
i cannot know	2
more than if	2
come to their	2
the noiseless night	2
the earth can	2
let not thy	2
complaints of misfortune	2
pity and smiles	2
how to be	2
from whence at	2
of this book	2
the world how	2
grieve me more	2
they had been	2
you cannot love	2
which the yellow	2
my soul to	2
he did not	2
makes my heart	2
tribute of my	2
my thoughts did	2
i do vow	2
when winter snows	2
when they see	2
wont to rear	2
to feel the	2
of all thy	2
those that love	2
the fame of	2
and make me	2
my soul from	2
the painted cabinet	2
rough road along	2
i have done	2
love is not	2
the hands of	2
shall hear the	2
her heart cannot	2
constable was a	2
but the fact	2
to me assigned	2
him with a	2
augmenters of my	2
the judge doth	2
to whom i	2
to these young	2
in my bosom	2
so when the	2
i give thee	2
than the least	2
a young aspirant	2
when shall my	2
bear witness of	2
my body to	2
banks where my	2
his own heart	2
of the life	2
wont to make	2
first claimed his	2
such tears as	2
to lady rich	2
as my heart	2
me for my	2
table of my	2
i now do	2
and made thy	2
word a law	2
upon thy sable	2
her obdurate heart	2
fatal charms that	2
stole on from	2
for not to	2
hour when first	2
are to me	2
break the shield	2
fates by their	2
too high a	2
write of love	2
the smoke of	2
her lofty walls	2
though they augmenters	2
do i speak	2
riot in pompous	2
the bolts that	2
sighed for love	2
my grief is	2
none like to	2
sighs and death	2
the sun doth	2
a bed of	2
for as the	2
your self in	2
be so unkind	2
the same as	2
none but you	2
but now the	2
that love and	2
fought with swords	2
body to destroy	2
if thou hast	2
god and his	2
the force of	2
in this wise	2
with thine eyes	2
of a young	2
to free my	2
that all their	2
to sink can	2
death of mattathias	2
if i no	2
warmth to these	2
to him that	2
and hope did	2
love my sorrows	2
all my best	2
then as the	2
the lamp of	2
my life my	2
that it was	2
fruit of this	2
if my love	2
thou mayst in	2
yet do i	2
and i in	2
the strength of	2
wonders not at	2
my sighs the	2
and if that	2
add such courage	2
nor dare i	2
thou art as	2
that thine eye	2
i make my	2
and flee from	2
which from mine	2
amid the joyless	2
while i have	2
praise thee not	2
neither tears nor	2
shall have my	2
is thy good	2
thy heart to	2
what she was	2
all my forces	2
the world hath	2
and yet am	2
scant my skill	2
love to hear	2
but you shall	2
give period to	2
mine eyes do	2
to hear this	2
love thee in	2
than in the	2
thee for thy	2
but i have	2
conceit first claimed	2
beauties of her	2
pine that never	2
and i lose	2
most entire beloved	2
at thy fair	2
with her heart	2
what thou wilt	2
hope to live	2
i am a	2
flyest me as	2
transitoriness of beauty	2
whereon the world	2
thy love doth	2
are her words	2
when i saw	2
even at the	2
should not know	2
what dost thou	2
more wonderful than	2
yet my bosom	2
seal it with	2
thou thy self	2
thine eye a	2
and follow fast	2
her in my	2
hopes of love	2
which shall be	2
i do find	2
to the musing	2
never saw that	2
riches of the	2
my love because	2
shall admire the	2
he was the	2
of their fair	2
and weeping hid	2
within the ground	2
with all the	2
unto her name	2
her to be	2
in pompous style	2
and gave me	2
if you were	2
that clear the	2
so much i	2
when she her	2
like to the	2
return from parnassus	2
with that which	2
that thus my	2
me as ill	2
to mind her	2
if all were	2
the village school	2
presagers of my	2
of thy mind	2
she hid her	2
i am now	2
had power to	2
and where the	2
the earliest to	2
and blame me	2
in thy victor	2
on his return	2
the ground to	2
the prototype of	2
how i live	2
of joy to	2
yet thee alone	2
is the scene	2
that in his	2
could not be	2
in these verses	2
fair eyes to	2
hounds pursue me	2
not yet begun	2
to thee the	2
to view each	2
when they have	2
am i not	2
in the shield	2
there shone a	2
my muse and	2
my guilty eye	2
not to me	2
glory in the	2
to each other	2
her hair because	2
of time and	2
made blush the	2
from thine eyes	2
eye and heart	2
to me that	2
to die for	2
my death in	2
mourn for me	2
with my woe	2
not the power	2
according to his	2
which i pour	2
that the sonnets	2
take all my	2
i may die	2
as you are	2
i say you	2
admiration and love	2
which thy disdain	2
may not be	2
door of beauty	2
come and see	2
shame or death	2
and far more	2
let me sleep	2
give warmth to	2
to plain me	2
occasion of a	2
to see that	2
and fill the	2
in the tomb	2
do thy worst	2
is it to	2
speak of my	2
the languid eye	2
the race of	2
majesty and riches	2
how thy corin	2
if love in	2
for the prize	2
of others than	2
my joys but	2
that never yet	2
my sinful earth	2
as for the	2
gold was her	2
hands who wonders	2
with that i	2
i must be	2
shall you add	2
do wish for	2
draw this weary	2
the last of	2
of my study	2
to slumber in	2
enchanted with a	2
as thou art	2
and would not	2
she loves to	2
you shall be	2
against oblivion fights	2
as a man	2
to the same	2
did to my	2
is true that	2
the hungry lion	2
love there is	2
cruelst fair that	2
he could not	2
my skill is	2
no further scope	2
that was held	2
my grief begun	2
out of my	2
in such sort	2
for thy self	2
from tent to	2
to win me	2
but as the	2
whereas my thoughts	2
of thy superfluous	2
her words because	2
my sufferance laboured	2
there was that	2
brazil and the	2
have her heart	2
my thoughts because	2
me but a	2
be still unkind	2
so as it	2
as she was	2
my chaste desire	2
what it was	2
and robert southey	2
upon my face	2
then had the	2
me with a	2
both of my	2
to realms of	2
my friend and	2
seems to have	2
the golden net	2
do not you	2
of thy heart	2
so true a	2
me not forsaken	2
i am the	2
of immortality in	2
in the hands	2
that he hath	2
and prodigal of	2
of my decay	2
in her arms	2
hast thou this	2
the poet has	2
seems no more	2
fading flame of	2
it was not	2
oft will he	2
the door of	2
to wound my	2
in my thought	2
my love i	2
and thus unkind	2
children climb their	2
but not to	2
by looking on	2
that mine eye	2
my hidden grief	2
at the least	2
sworn thee fair	2
be it not	2
of odin the	2
to drown in	2
thy beauty will	2
pains of love	2
to my sight	2
to brazil and	2
have been in	2
which from her	2
flew into the	2
shape because she	2
tears will fall	2
then let not	2
i envy that	2
love and me	2
and they by	2
what thou canst	2
and time shall	2
though wondrous gifts	2
at that hour	2
likewise scorned in	2
soul to peace	2
but beams that	2
to the personality	2
both with thee	2
long hath my	2
was the mansion	2
in the main	2
on from tent	2
whom all gifts	2
why should my	2
tremendous hour shall	2
yet when i	2
to see how	2
wonder of these	2
love and fortune	2
the task i	2
which like two	2
thy chaste fair	2
so cruel and	2
mine eye with	2
i with restless	2
to take a	2
by henry constable	2
me is given	2
from off those	2
were it not	2
i could not	2
then do not	2
thou be still	2
in the less	2
as much as	2
still unkind and	2
as modern poets	2
immortal and divine	2
of the world	2
what my torments	2
in thy heart	2
the fates by	2
that in the	2
that never comfort	2
with thy sweet	2
my deeds to	2
and that the	2
scorned for to	2
this is my	2
and daniel and	2
of such as	2
to me doth	2
on the wind	2
before her face	2
with love and	2
all my vows	2
hill and dale	2
of my youth	2
grave with shame	2
smiles the morn	2
better part of	2
be lord of	2
being likewise scorned	2
yet not the	2
the cheerful pilgrim	2
mine eye let	2
first i saw	2
my heart will	2
my folly to	2
shall my faith	2
must be the	2
thou my heart	2
her speech because	2
her shape because	2
not been so	2
more and more	2
will be more	2
that is so	2
doth thee grace	2
the knowledge of	2
within thine own	2
and still she	2
and yet it	2
the poor a	2
in deep laments	2
from these dull	2
the glow of	2
that through the	2
claimed his birthright	2
but then my	2
we seek to	2
shall come when	2
like the scorpion	2
you my love	2
and see if	2
at wilton the	2
by thy hand	2
in my sight	2
the number of	2
one that is	2
now i see	2
i pass not	2
to pain me	2
to come and	2
these dull haunts	2
didst disdain me	2
as she doth	2
so fair a	2
mine was the	2
that you were	2
not my love	2
and never shall	2
that hath his	2
shall make it	2
without thy help	2
mine own thoughts	2
i still must	2
to sooth the	2
straits of magellan	2
pity from her	2
it would be	2
i more large	2
so should my	2
thy power to	2
and then in	2
conclusion of the	2
and make my	2
but thought on	2
from her pretty	2
looks and days	2
on a journey	2
mine own desert	2
amongst the rest	2
mine is thy	2
thus from my	2
now do i	2
jehovah hides his	2
nymph whom i	2
body is the	2
have my song	2
and you a	2
the queen is	2
but a little	2
in despite of	2
delia by samuel	2
and give the	2
world that i	2
that which flies	2
the better part	2
from my self	2
several complaints of	2
pangs because i	2
to see their	2
hour of woe	2
the river by	2
heaven led the	2
found it was	2
when thou from	2
printed by ballantyne	2
happy he that	2
the ocean of	2
poor in waters	2
whilst echo cries	2
even so my	2
heart mine eye	2
with joy to	2
we know that	2
then my thoughts	2
never shall be	2
into my verse	2
this world of	2
but when they	2
shall i live	2
for the first	2
the eye that	2
of the arcadia	2
decade i of	2
and in these	2
might have her	2
lay low the	2
is such as	2
as young as	2
is this life	2
be loved as	2
i call the	2
tears to chloris	2
touch of love	2
all this wrong	2
i do but	2
i pour forth	2
i seek to	2
that all this	2
of love a	2
sacrifice my youth	2
meet are the	2
joys of life	2
for as you	2
god of the	2
perish in my	2
to the countess	2
and seal it	2
the power of	2
in all the	2
yet when they	2
from whence the	2
those fair eyes	2
waves of gold	2
so great a	2
and more than	2
life can give	2
give me leave	2
through ignorance embases	2
ever and have	2
the sorrows that	2
and take my	2
my fancy craves	2
me leave to	2
and yet this	2
new is my	2
the fairest hand	2
when i sleep	2
of the birth	2
forth from the	2
the grave with	2
fair is my	2
odin the death	2
hast no longer	2
o let thy	2
to court the	2
all those beauties	2
such a beauty	2
proceed in love	2
just to the	2
in vain for	2
my pen could	2
to calm repose	2
no reason why	2
engendered by a	2
and let my	2
that doth my	2
message of my	2
wondrous gifts you	2
do i find	2
to shield my	2
of my sense	2
make thee fair	2
at last to	2
silent and sad	2
mine eyes which	2
she whom i	2
that hath no	2
there shall the	2
thou think to	2
fashion of the	2
he paints the	2
the sight of	2
thus i live	2
upon my breast	2
when i do	2
that seeks the	2
the human breast	2
that i loved	2
is the same	2
of her that	2
yet these are	2
than of thee	2
and make thy	2
countess of pembroke	2
o fairest fair	2
obedient to the	2
which from thy	2
if he had	2
all my thoughts	2
the tribute of	2
shipwreck of my	2
of tears to	2
so shalt thou	2
do not love	2
thou art not	2
advocates of love	2
such as did	2
doth make me	2
and wrong they	2
do mine eyes	2
nor can thy	2
for every long	2
i live and	2
thou art in	2
and his own	2
that you yourself	2
of my wit	2
this age hath	2
so pure a	2
eyes and thoughts	2
from whence my	2
then had no	2
to love a	2
from mine eye	2
see her in	2
admire the same	2
nor fear the	2
love doth make	2
i have not	2
in vain the	2
youth and error	2
for her that	2
i cannot choose	2
my phillis hath	2
doth ease his	2
in their birth	2
the last adieu	2
am forced to	2
of earth and	2
to tell my	2
of my time	2
are full of	2
shadow of thy	2
and both with	2
my faith hath	2
as by all	2
love me more	2
are my eyes	2
of the loved	2
touch of time	2
through the vale	2
this i do	2
to be gone	2
and triumphs in	2
that love of	2
have no power	2
the certaine sonets	2
them and me	2
of love doth	2
love is far	2
can my love	2
be mine to	2
thy disdain hath	2
have i seen	2
under thy protection	2
leave to be	2
tent to tent	2
to grace the	2
in love with	2
make it known	2
is as a	2
of the lady	2
more i hear	2
the banks where	2
off those lips	2
that were not	2
nought but pain	2
the sentence of	2
that is already	2
i pour the	2
not one tear	2
so is my	2
the budding springs	2
and it was	2
once let her	2
a sweet reply	2
waves no way	2
i will pour	2
and all his	2
hand of art	2
and me in	2
to live a	2
nor of thine	2
and therefore we	2
my love complains	2
eyes with tears	2
that fair that	2
is as follows	2
so poor as	2
do i envy	2
death to life	2
mine ears with	2
this sonnet was	2
death of odin	2
in doleful tunes	2
hast scorned my	2
she is the	2
i take no	2
sweet are my	2
of the diana	2
that thou art	2
fear to lose	2
and both are	2
what thou dost	2
apprentices of love	2
to guard the	2
my comfort still	2
that ever yet	2
poets shall admire	2
of our happy	2
to the blast	2
to court a	2
than if thou	2
his opinion that	2
for that which	2
think the same	2
not the same	2
or dost thou	2
thy fair hands	2
such a bliss	2
load the ground	2
them that have	2
took up the	2
first time in	2
he put forth	2
to me but	2
my lips from	2
me cease to	2
from thy sight	2
thoughts because they	2
far from the	2
now whilst thy	2
partners of my	2
too base to	2
wrought by her	2
thus eyes and	2
a man may	2
for i am	2
and phillis hath	2
die for grief	2
at home in	2
the sound that	2
poor and scant	2
her joy because	2
faith is far	2
are but thought	2
all these i	2
my tears to	2
where every morn	2
and his saints	2
and make the	2
more large thy	2
absent from thy	2
the faded flower	2
and then believe	2
at that which	2
coronet for his	2
the world can	2
is her look	2
in his absence	2
to my death	2
in verse i	2
should i do	2
in some of	2
deep the blow	2
let not my	2
pour the lay	2
and let the	2
die before i	2
time will come	2
the thought of	2
to the heart	2
that my poor	2
the time that	2
i by your	2
the bed of	2
and blame her	2
journey through the	2
that when they	2
a living death	2
full of grace	2
more than this	2
the process of	2
and both did	2
to find out	2
i have loved	2
my tears are	2
idea by michael	2
of youth in	2
are the crimes	2
enforce me to	2
my breast and	2
thee that i	2
to my muse	2
devoid of fear	2
live in this	2
thy good report	2
he doth not	2
too cruel i	2
the prey of	2
his birthright to	2
wherein my love	2
short was her	2
you to the	2
life to me	2
in love that	2
such a power	2
faith against oblivion	2
pursue me to	2
just cause of	2
fear the future	2
the world that	2
my love lay	2
pleasure be it	2
swear against the	2
was such as	2
quench the flames	2
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more responsive to	2
love in his	2
of love and	2
to me the	2
his devotion to	2
to thy sweet	2
the blairing blast	2
my grief it	2
and virtue of	2
only mistaken were	2
and heard the	2
and when by	2
in me the	2
since first i	2
the loss of	2
i pray thee	2
of my ill	2
in mine eyes	2
whilst you attending	2
him from his	2
thine eye the	2
to clear the	2
so if thou	2
pearl of pity	2
strange if the	2
in a bed	2
thus sighs and	2
it is evident	2
the form of	2
would man be	2
thou shalt see	2
and love me	2
round his feet	2
to make him	2
some say that	2
no way in	2
thy beauty subject	2
thy hard heart	2
shall be a	2
yield to thee	2
eye let in	2
world in awe	2
that it could	2
sonnets of true	2
ever to disdain	2
the shrill bat	2
must i love	2
out the fairest	2
to be fair	2
the bosom of	2
my muse had	2
and list not	2
the tears of	2
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was not far	2
the cruelst fair	2
the people forth	2
large thy praises	2
out of sight	2
wonder at the	2
he has been	2
i rush to	2
the life i	2
he was known	2
his own sonnets	2
her secret seat	2
thou wast unkind	2
was my heart	2
thus smiles and	2
of his lady	2
that heart that	2
favour to obtain	2
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my soul is	2
to perish in	2
her sweet sake	2
in my head	2
then muse not	2
in thy sight	2
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of mine eyes	2
she must love	2
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me and my	2
wonderful than all	2
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shall be my	2
to thy sacred	2
could not stay	2
i have been	2
race of odin	2
grace full of	2
to me are	2
so many hearts	2
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sum of all	2
thy self thou	2
sometimes in verse	2
is not this	2
a thousand times	2
him that seeks	2
how much unkind	2
my heart for	2
like a bee	2
oft have i	2
i in heaven	2
to live upon	2
i have written	2
thou which hast	2
fair hands who	2
until my latest	2
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will of heaven	2
delighted to survey	2
for her sake	2
most excellent and	2
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i find it	2
first my love	2
love is as	2
in thee are	2
no longer hope	2
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in the editions	2
the shore of	2
what i do	2
the days of	2
if she look	2
pleasure in the	2
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if thou didst	2
heart that never	2
for when my	2
of my death	2
blush the beauties	2
of the more	2
but for thy	2
pour forth the	2
then would man	2
i that have	2
din of battle	2
these waves no	2
seems to be	2
and you in	2
to lose a	2
live alone else	2
i see thee	2
me from myself	2
they by me	2
birthright to enjoy	2
my body is	2
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verses here my	2
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rosamund to henry	2
the succour miriam	2
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that are but	2
i think my	2
all in one	2
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iv of his	2
my love began	2
even in the	2
would not love	2
on that which	2
thus in the	2
the edge of	2
my fortune lies	2
to their end	2
thus my pen	2
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home in the	2
the wings of	2
beauty in her	2
thou didst disdain	2
beauty subject of	2
when i view	2
my faith shall	2
love to muse	2
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the chaos of	2
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thou art too	2
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my muse with	2
still with me	2
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a story of	2
of a man	2
the silly bird	2
upon the alms	2
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a cruel saint	2
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both cold and	2
forth unto a	2
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due to thee	2
her in chase	2
wonder of my	2
dear to my	2
for men to	2
for well thou	2
i fear it	2
be forced to	2
on the whole	2
i living languish	2
subject of my	2
may in his	2
that thou wast	2
thy power is	2
my muse beyond	2
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in time doth	2
in thee doth	2
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no stars her	2
of guilt and	2
the roses of	2
words because they	2
in this case	2
glory in my	2
like him that	2
am i that	2
cold are her	2
speech and voice	2
my faith is	2
which with my	2
hand to write	2
sonnet to his	2
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orb of day	2
her lips because	2
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so am i	2
the feast of	2
my better part	2
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the fire which	2
to say the	2
winter snows upon	2
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way in her	2
the wrong that	2
i love and	2
kind is that	2
augment the burning	2
memorials of my	2
honour of being	2
tear my heart	2
of a former	2
weeping hid the	2
the decayed monastery	2
by my verse	2
i care not	2
as far as	2
deep the poison	2
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do not find	2
blind are my	2
in thy hairs	2
and on the	2
heart too cruel	2
being full of	2
to make thee	2
it will be	2
night and day	2
of the first	2
of woe that	2
amid these pathless	2
of my true	2
one jot of	2
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as the sun	2
than the sun	2
if thou wouldst	2
thy face shall	2
the wide world	2
of all i	2
that i with	2
take up the	2
thou upon thy	2
to plead for	2
that it may	2
thee in such	2
for fear to	2
lay to thee	2
written soon after	2
the posts of	2
with notes of	2
the power to	2
of the sixteenth	2
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the decayed farm	2
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master of the	2
them to the	2
so far from	2
a world in	2
that all my	2
the transitoriness of	2
my pangs because	2
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uses twice as	2
thy sable hairs	2
the most excellent	2
me of my	2
must make me	2
wherein i am	2
her glory pass	2
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