THE COSMO MAGAZINENovember 13, 2026
Art & Literature · Poetry

SONNET 32

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By: William Shakespeare

If thou survive my well-contented day,
When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover,
And shalt by fortune once more re-survey
These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover,

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