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What's in the brain that ink may character Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit? What's new to speak, what new to register, That may express my love or thy dear merit? Nothing, sweet boy, but

How can my Muse want subject to invent, While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse Thine own sweet argument, too excellent For every vulgar paper to rehearse? O, give thyself the thanks, if aught

Summer is laughing again In the open window, And sun and light Full, full, full! Panties and T-shirts again Lie on the beach, And the lawns are basking In chamomile snow! Writer: google did not tell me