Sonnet XXXV
No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:
de William Shakespeare(2005)
1 min lectură
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No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I in this,
Authorizing thy trespass with compare,
Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,
Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are;
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense—
Thy adverse party is thy advocate—
And \'gainst myself a lawful plea commence:
Such civil war is in my love and hate
That I an accessary needs must be
To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.
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- Autor
- William Shakespeare
- Tip
- Poezie
- An
- 2005
- Cuvinte
- 106
- Citire
- 1 min
- Versuri
- 14
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