A sonnet in the manner of Shakespeare:
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Sonnet IV
How can I describe your fine gauderies?
When you’re the mirror on whose silvered glass
Beauty’s face dances with my lustful eyes
That spelled, stare at a head of wired brass
The bright face where a thousand stars do shine
A sumptuous banquet where your joy and mirth
Feed with delight the hungry heart of mine
And with love’s music spin the idle earth
If beauty be the wind, then clouds are love
But you know that the golden heart of skies
Whose throbbing heat, causes the winds to shove
The clouds to bless the blue chest with beauty’s prize
A chainless heart is where true beauty dwells
A mask-less face is where this love excels
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