THE COSMO MAGAZINENovember 13, 2026
Art & Literature · Poetry

SONNET 99

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By: William Shakespeare

The forward violet thus did I chide:
Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,
If not from my love's breath? The purple pride
Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells

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