[
  {
    "title": "Sonnet 79: Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid",
    "author": "William Shakespeare",
    "lines": [
      "Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,",
      "My verse alone had all thy gentle grace;",
      "But now my gracious numbers are decay'd,",
      "And my sick Muse doth give an other place.",
      "I grant, sweet love, thy lovely argument",
      "Deserves the travail of a worthier pen;",
      "Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent",
      "He robs thee of, and pays it thee again.",
      "He lends thee virtue, and he stole that word",
      "From thy behaviour; beauty doth he give,",
      "And found it in thy cheek: he can afford",
      "No praise to thee, but what in thee doth live.",
      "  Then thank him not for that which he doth say,",
      "  Since what he owes thee, thou thyself dost pay."
    ],
    "linecount": "14"
  }
]