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03-25-2009, 02:10 AM
Sonnet #151
CLI.br /br /Love is too young to know what conscience is;br /Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?br /Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,br /Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:br /For, thou betraying me, I do betraybr /My nobler part to my gross body's treason;br /My soul doth tell my body that he maybr /Triumph in love; flesh stays no father reason;br /But, rising at thy name, doth point out theebr /As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,br /He is contented thy poor drudge to be,br /To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.br /No want of conscience hold it that I callbr /Her 'love' for whose dear love I rise and fall.
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CLI.br /br /Love is too young to know what conscience is;br /Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?br /Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,br /Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:br /For, thou betraying me, I do betraybr /My nobler part to my gross body's treason;br /My soul doth tell my body that he maybr /Triumph in love; flesh stays no father reason;br /But, rising at thy name, doth point out theebr /As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,br /He is contented thy poor drudge to be,br /To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.br /No want of conscience hold it that I callbr /Her 'love' for whose dear love I rise and fall.
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