عرض مصدر سونيت 86

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{{سونيت|86|Sonnet 86 1609.jpg|أول أحد عشر سطراً من سونيت 86 في كوارتو 1609|
Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,
Bound for the prize of all-too-precious you,
That did my ripe thoughts in my brain in-hearse,
Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew?
Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write
Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead?
No, neither he, nor his compeers by night,
Giving him aid, my verse astonished.
He, nor that affable familiar ghost
Which nightly gulls him with intelligence,
As victors, of my silence cannot boast;
I was not sick of any fear from thence.
:But when your countenance filled up his line,
:Then lacked I matter, that enfeebled mine. 
|source=<ref>Shakespeare, William. Duncan-Jones, Katherine. ''Shakespeare’s Sonnets''. Bloomsbury Arden 2010. p. 283 {{ردمك|9781408017975}}.</ref>
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'''السونيت 86''' هي واحدة من [[سوناتات شكسبير|السوناتات الـ 154]] التي كتبها الكاتب والشاعر الإنجليزي [[وليام شكسبير]].