THE COSMO MAGAZINENovember 13, 2026
Art & Literature · Poetry

SONNET 107

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By: William Shakespeare

Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
Of the wide world dreaming on things to come,
Can yet the lease of my true love control,
Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom.

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