{"id":"01KG6S4C664CA8B3AMESYMMJDX","cid":"bafkreia667qqsbbzuzpkck4oql64mjvyafyqg6pwgpnjux4n7fxaaguvee","type":"sonnet","properties":{"description":"# Sonnet 52\n\n## Overview\nThis entry describes Sonnet 52, a poem from a collection of Shakespeare's works. It is a sonnet, a fourteen-line poem with a specific rhyme scheme and meter, typically written in iambic pentameter. This particular sonnet is part of a larger collection titled \"Venus and Adonis, Lucrece, Sonnets, and Pericles (Facsimile Editions)\".\n\n## Context\nSonnet 52 was extracted from the file `pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt` as part of the \"PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53\" collection. It follows Sonnet 51 and precedes a chapter titled \"# SHAKES-PRANES.\". The sonnet is presented within the context of a facsimile edition of Shakespeare's works, suggesting a scholarly or archival purpose for its digitization and inclusion in this collection.\n\n## Contents\nThe text of Sonnet 52 is provided, along with its title. The sonnet explores themes of love, value, and the passage of time, using metaphors of wealth, jewels, and wardrobes to describe the preciousness of the beloved and the anticipation of their presence. The poem concludes with the lines: \"Bleffed are you whose worthinesse giues skope, / Being had to tryumph, being lackt to hope.\"","description_generated_at":"2026-01-30T06:26:22.552Z","description_model":"gemini-2.5-flash-lite","description_title":"Sonnet 52","end_line":11217,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T06:23:29.732Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Sonnet 52","source_file":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","start_line":11150,"text":"52\n\nSo am I as the rich whose bleffed key,\nCan bring him to his sweet vp-locked treasure,\nThe which he will not eury hower furuay,\nFor blunting the fine point of feldome pleasure.\nTherefore are feafts so sollemne and so rare,\nSince fildom comming in the long yeare set,\nLike stones of worth they thinly placed are,\nOr captaine lewells in the carconet.\nSo is the time that keeps you as my cheft,\nOr as the ward-robe which the robe doth hide,\nTo make some special instant special bleft,\nBy new unfouling his imprison’d pride.\nBleffed are you whose worthinesse giues skope,\nBeing had to tryumph, being lackt to hope.\n\n53\n\nVV Hat is your substance, whereof are you made,\nThat millions of strange shaddowes on you tend?\nSince\n\n<!-- [Page 510](arke:01KG6QKCYEWTH3TYCX38H2T2V5) -->\nSONNETS.\n\nSince every one, hath every one, one shade,\nAnd you but one, can every shaddow lend:\nDescribe a Adonis and the counterfet.\nIs poorly immitated after you,\nOn Hellens cheeke all art of beautie fet,\nAnd you in Grecian tires are painted new:\nSpeake of the spring, and foyzon of the yeare,\nThe one doth shaddow of your beautie show,\nThe other as your bountie doth appeare,\nAnd you in every blessed shape we know.\nIn all externall grace you haue some part,\nBut you like none, none you for constant heart.\n\n54\nOh how much more doth beautie beautious feeme,\nBy that sweet ornament which truth doth glue,\nThe Rose lookes faire, but fairer we it deeme\nFor that sweet odor, which doth in it liue:\nThe Canker bloomes haue full as deepe a die,\nAs the perfumed tincture of the Roses,\nHang on such thornes, and play as wantonly,\nWhen sommers breath their masked buds dislofses:\nBut for their virtue only is their show,\nThey liue vnwoo’d, and vnesfpected fade,\nDie to themselves. Sweet Roses doe not so,\nOf their sweet deaths, are sweetest odors made:\nAnd so of you, beauteous and louely youth;\nWhen that shall vade, by verse distils your truth.\n\n55\nNot marble, nor the guilded monument,\nOf Princes shall out-liue this powrefull rime,\nBut you shall shine more bright in these contents\nThen vnivept stone, besmeerd with sluttish time,\nWhen wastefull warre shall Strutues ouer-turne,\nAnd broiles roote out the worke of masonry,\nNor Mars his sword, nor warres quicksire shall burne:\nThe liuing record of your memory.\n\nGainst\n\n<!-- [Page 511](arke:01KG6QKCY3SZPJFJWA067AF28C) -->","title":"Sonnet 52"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG6S3KNZT62WVVW4VT384KPF","peer_type":"poetry_collection","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6S4C6612A5Z6Y4HPEPCJYB","peer_type":"sonnet","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG6S4CPSXZ4VSW1FYJ1409M6","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"next"}],"ver":3,"created_at":"2026-01-30T06:23:30.502Z","ts":"2026-01-30T06:26:22.754Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF5C36SQEVDHC9CBNZZJH9K"}}