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Sonet CXLII - W. Shakespeare
"Loue is my ſinne,and thy deare vertue hate,
Hate of my ſinne,grounded on ſinfull louing,
O but with mine, compare thou thine owne ſtate,
And thou ſhalt finde it merrits not reproouing,
Or if it do,not from thoſe lips of thine,
That haue prophan'd their ſcarlet ornaments,
And ſeald falſe bonds of loue as oft as mine,
Robd others beds reuenues of their rents.
Be it lawfull I loue thee as thou lou'ſt thoſe,
Whome thine eyes wooe as mine importune thee,
Roote pittie in thy heart that when it growes,
Thy pitty may deſerue to pittied bee.
If thou dooſt ſeeke to haue what thou dooſt hide,
By ſelfe example mai'ſt thou be denide."
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2 comentarii:
Voila pourquoi j'aime novembre!!!!
"Acum îmi amintesc cât de intim este noiembrie!
M-aș înveli în el ca-ntr-un pled să aștept,
Însă pun în foc lemne din cer
Și plec la plimbare prin el."
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