SONNET
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The sonnet is a trunk, and you must pack
With care, to ship frail baggage far away;
The octet is the trunk; sestet, the tray;
Tight, but not overloaded, is the knack.—CHRISTOPHER MORLEY, Thoughts While Packing a Trunk
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A sonnet is a moment's monument,—
Memorial from the Soul's eternity
To one dead deathless hour.—ROSSETTI, The Sonnet
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A torturer of phrases into sonnets.—SCOTT, Auchindrane
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Will you then write me a sonnet in praise of my beauty?—SHAKESPEARE, Much Ado About Nothing
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Deep-brain'd sonnets.—SHAKESPEARE, A Lover's Complaint
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Spare thou no pains; carve thought's pure diamond
With fourteen facets, scattering fire and light.—J. A. SYMONDS, The Sonnet
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