Author: funnyjokar1 (213.140.56.---)
Date: 10-24-06 04:42
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CXIX
What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
Distill\'d from limbecks foul as hell within,
Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears,
Still losing when I saw myself to win!
What wretched errors hath my heart committed,
Whilst it hath thought itself so blessed never!
How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted,
In the distraction of this madding fever!
O benefit of ill! now I find true
That better is, by evil still made better;
And ruin\'d love, when it is built anew,
Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.
So I return rebuk\'d to my content,
And gain by ill thrice more than I have spent.
--William Shakespeare</pre>
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CIX
O! never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seem\'d my flame to qualify,
As easy might I from my self depart
As from my soul which in thy breast doth lie:
That is my home of love: if I have rang\'d,
Like him that travels, I return again;
Just to the time, not with the time exchang\'d,
So that myself bring water for my stain.
Never believe though in my nature reign\'d,
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so preposterously be stain\'d,
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good;
For nothing this wide universe I call,
Save thou, my rose, in it thou art my all.
--William Shakespeare</pre>
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