1 Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
2 And like enough thou know'st thy estimate:
3 The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing;
4 My bonds in thee are all determinate.
5 For how do I hold thee but by thy granting?
6 And for that riches where is my deserving?
7 The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting,
8 And so my patent back again is swerving.
9 Thyself thou gav'st, thy own worth then not knowing,
10 Or me, to whom thou gav'st it, else mistaking;
11 So thy great gift, upon misprision growing,
12 Comes home again, on better judgment making.
13 Thus have I had thee, as a dream doth flatter,
14 In sleep a king, but waking no such matter.
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Shakespeare's Sonnet 87 repurposed by ourdailysonnet.
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