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. . . . Sonnet 17
. WHo w/I/ll beleeue my verse in time to c[O]me
. If it were fild with your most [H]igh deserts?
. Though yet heauen k[N]owes it is but as a tombe
. Which hi[D]es your life , and shewes not half[E] your parts:
. If I could write the b[E]auty of your eyes, ...................................................
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. .W H o w /I/ l l b e l e e u e m y v e r s e i n t i m e
. .t o c [O] m e I f i t w e r e f i l d w i t h y o u r m
. .o s t [H] i g h d e s e r t s?T h o u g h y e t h e a u
. .e n k [N] o w e s i t i s b u t a s a t o m b e W h i c
. .h h i [D] e s y o u r l i f e,a n d s h e w e s n o t h
. .a l f [E] y o u r p a r t s:I f I c o u l d w r i t e t
. .h e b [E] a u t y o f y o u r e y e s,
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"Which hi[D]es your life , and shewes not half[E] your parts:"
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. contains: *H. WRIOTHESLEY* (twice)
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. thereby using 55% of letters
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(remaining letters: aaacd[DE]ffhinnoprssuu) -----------------------------------------------------
"So should my papers (yellowed with their age)
Be scorn'd, like old men of lesse truth then tongue,"
contains: *WRIOTHESLEY, E. SOUTHAMPTON* (twice)
thereby using 61% of letters
(remaining letters: bcddddeeeeeefgghikllllnnorrssu) ------------------------------------------------------
Sonnet 17 contains 501 letters including:
A 26 (2)
E 73 (6)
H 31 (4)
I 34 (2)
L 23 (2)
M 16 (2)
N 23 (2)
O 37 (6)
P 5 (2)
R 30 (2)
S 35 (4)
T 44 (6)
U 31 (2)
W 13 (2)
Y 18 (2)
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. Sonnet 20
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But since she prickt thee out for womens pleasure,
Mine be thy loue and thy loues vse their treasure. => o,w -------------------------------------------------
From Sonnet 18 to Sonnet 154 : 18 out of 137 first 3 lines
contain: *WRIOTHESLEY, E. SOUTHAMPTON* (twice) -------------------------------------------------
. Sonnet 19
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DEuouring time blunt thou the Lyons pawes,
And make the earth deuoure her owne sweet brood, => p,s,y .................................................
(P)lucke the keene teeth from the fierce Tyger(s) (y)awes, -------------------------------------------------
. Sonnet 44
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IF the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Iniurious distance should not stop my way, => p .................................................
For then dis(p)ight of space I would be brought, -------------------------------------------------
. Sonnet 61
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IS it thy wil, thy Image should keepe open
My heauy eielids to the weary night? => o,o,o,r,s .................................................
D(o)st th(o)u de(s)i(r)e my slumbers sh(o)uld be broken, -------------------------------------------------
. Sonnet 80
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O How I faint when I of you do write,
Knowing a better spirit doth vse your name, => h,p,s,s,l,l,m .................................................
And in t(h)e (p)rai(s)e thereof (s)pends a(ll) his (m)ight, -------------------------------------------------
. Sonnet 85
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MY toung-tide Muse in manners holds her still,
While comments of your praise richly compil'd, => t,t,w .................................................
Reserue (t)heir Charac(t)er (w)ith goulden quill, -------------------------------------------------
. Sonnet 89
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SAy that thou didst forsake mee for some falt,
And I will comment upon that offence, => p,y,h,w .................................................
S(p)eake of m(y) lamenesse, and I straig(h)t (w)ill halt: -------------------------------------------------
. Sonnet 99
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THe forward violet thus did I chide,
Sweet theefe whence didst thou steale thy sweet that smels => n,o,o,m,y,o,p,p .................................................
If (no)t fr(om) m(y) l(o)ues breath, the (p)urple (p)ride, -------------------------------------------------
. Sonnet 100
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wHere art thou Muse that thou forgetst so long,
To speake of that which giues thee all thy might? => n,p,y .................................................
S(p)e(n)dst thou th(y) furie on some worthlesse songe, -------------------------------------------------
. Sonnet 103
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ALack what pouerty my Muse brings forth,
That hauing such a skope to show her pride, => e,l,o .................................................
Th(e) argument a(l)l bare is (o)f more worth ------------------------------------
. Sonnet 107
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NOt mine owne feares, nor the prophetick soule,
Of the wide world, dreaming on things to come, => s,u .................................................
Can yet the lea(s)e of my tr(u)e loue controule, ------------------------------------
. Sonnet 112
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YOur loue and pittie doth th'impression fill,
Which vulgar scandall stampt vpon my brow, => e,e,e .................................................
For what car(e) I who call(e)s m(e) well or ill, ------------------------------------
. Sonnet 114
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OR whether doth my minde being crown'd with you
Drinke vp the monarks plague this flattery ? => o,s,s .................................................
(O)r whether (s)hall I (s)ay mine eie saith true, ------------------------------------
. Sonnet 119
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WHat potions haue I drunke of Syren teares
Distil'd from Lymbecks foule as hell within, => p,t,o .................................................
A(p)plying feares (to) hopes, and hopes to feares, ------------------------------------
. Sonnet 123
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NO! Time, thou shalt not bost that I doe change,
Thy pyramyds buylt vp with newer might => o,e,s .................................................
T(o) m(e) are nothing nouell, nothing (s)trange, ------------------------------------
. Sonnet 132
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THine eies I loue, and they as pittying me,
Knowing thy heart torment me with disdaine, => p,u,o,l,o,o .................................................
Haue (pu)t (o)n b(l)ack, and l(o)uing m(o)urners bee, ------------------------------------
. Sonnet 146
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POore soule the center of my sinfull earth,
My sinfull earth these rebbell powres that thee array, => o .................................................
Why d(o)st thou pine within and suffer dearth ------------------------------------
. Sonnet 148
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O Me ! what eyes hath loue put in my head,
Which haue no correspondence with true sight, => l,o,s .................................................
(O)r if they haue, where i(s) my iudgment f(l)ed, ------------------------------------
. Sonnet 150
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OH from what powre hast thou this powrefull might,
with insufficiency my heart to sway, => e,e .................................................
To mak(e) m(e) giue the lie to my true sight, ------------------------------------
Art Neuendorffer
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