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When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf Heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse m...
Posted by power on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
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Against my love shall be as I am now,With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'erworn;When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his browWith lines and wrinkles; when his youthful mornHath travelled ...
Posted by power on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses...
Posted by power on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
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Let not my love be called idolatry,Nor my beloved as an idol show,Since all alike my songs and praises beTo one, of one, still such, and ever so.Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind,Still constant i...
Posted by power on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
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HOW can I then return in happy plight
That am debarrd the benefit of rest?
When days oppression is not easd by night,
But day by night, and night by day oppressd,
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Posted by power on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
