Brown Penny
I whispered, 'I am too young,'
And then, 'I am old enough';
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It's Such a Little Thing
It's such a little thing to weep,
So short a thing to sigh;
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I Sing
I sing to use the waiting
My bonnet but to tie,
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The Heart Asks
The heart asks pleasure first
And then, excuse from pain;
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Shall I Compare Thee, (Sonnet XVIII)
Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou are more lovely and more temperate:
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I Never Lost As Much
I never lost as much but twice,
And that was in the sod.
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My Love in Her Attire
My love in her attire doth show her wit,
It doth so well become her:
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Beauty and Love
Beauty and love are all my dream;
They change not with the changing day;
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The Bait
Come live with me and be my love
And we will some new pleasures prove
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One Day I Wrote Her Name
One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
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