for Valentine’s day

maybe this is too dumb? Oh well.

egrep ‘ing.$’ sonnets.txt

O! how thy worth with manners may I sing,
What can mine own praise to mine own self bring?
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing;
For how do I hold thee but by thy granting?
And for that riches where is my deserving?
The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting,
And so my patent back again is swerving.
Thy self thou gav’st, thy own worth then not knowing,
Or me to whom thou gav’st it, else mistaking;
So thy great gift, upon misprision growing,
Comes home again, on better judgement making.
From you have I been absent in the spring,
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing,
My love is strengthen’d, though more weak in seeming;
That love is merchandiz’d, whose rich esteeming,
Our love was new, and then but in the spring,
As Philomel in summer’s front doth sing,
Of this our time, all you prefiguring;
They had not skill enough your worth to sing:
O! ’tis the first, ’tis flattery in my seeing,
To bitter sauces did I frame my feeding;
To be diseas’d, ere that there was true needing.

Egrep for linguists.

Shakespearean sonnets.

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