APPENDIX 
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To blot old books and alter their contents, 
To pluck the quills from ancient ravens’ wings, 
To dry the old oak’s sap and cherish springs, 
To spoil antiquities of hammer’d steel, 
And turn the giddy round of Fortune’s wheel. 
L. 946. 
And whiles against a thorn thou bear’st thy part, 
To keep thy sharp woes waking. 
L. 1135. 
My body or my soul, which was the dearer. 
When the one pure, the other made divine ? 
Whose love of either to myself was nearer, 
When both were kept for heaven and Collatine ? 
Ay me ! the bark peel’d from the lofty pine, 
His leaves will wither and his sap decay; 
So must my soul, her bark being peel’d away. 
L. 1163. 
And, from the strand of Dardan, where they fought, 
To Simois’ reedy banks the red blood ran, 
Whose waves to imitate the battle sought 
With swelling ridges ; and their ranks began 
To break upon the galled shore, and then 
Retire again, till, meeting greater ranks, 
They join and shoot their foam at Simois’ banks. 
L. 1436. 
SONNETS. 
From fairest creatures we desire increase, 
That thereby beauty’s rose might never die, 
But as the riper should by time decease, 
His tender heir might bear his memory. 
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, 
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field, 
Thy youth’s proud livery, so gazed on now, 
Will be a tatter’d weed, of small worth held. 
When I behold the violet past prime, 
And sable curls all silver’d o’er with white; 
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves 
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, 
And summer’s green all girded up in sheaves 
Born on the bier with white and bristly beard. 
S. i. 
S. ii. 
S. xii. 
