Author: FREE pharmacy (69.31.67.---)
Date: 05-19-06 13:22
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XCIX
The forward violet thus did I chide:
Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,
If not from my love\'s breath? The purple pride
Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells
In my love\'s veins thou hast too grossly dy\'d.
The lily I condemned for thy hand,
And buds of marjoram had stol\'n thy hair;
The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,
One blushing shame, another white despair;
A third, nor red nor white, had stol\'n of both,
And to his robbery had annex\'d thy breath;
But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth
A vengeful canker eat him up to death.
More flowers I noted, yet I none could see,
But sweet, or colour it had stol\'n from thee.
--William Shakespeare</pre>
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LXXII
O! lest the world should task you to recite
What merit lived in me, that you should love
After my death,--dear love, forget me quite,
For you in me can nothing worthy prove;
Unless you would devise some virtuous lie,
To do more for me than mine own desert,
And hang more praise upon deceased I
Than niggard truth would willingly impart:
O! lest your true love may seem false in this
That you for love speak well of me untrue,
My name be buried where my body is,
And live no more to shame nor me nor you.
For I am shamed by that which I bring forth,
And so should you, to love things nothing worth.
--William Shakespeare</pre>
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