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Sonnet 35 lyrics
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 accessory needs must be,
To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.
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SilentRebel83 on 2014-01-06
SilentRebel83 on 2014-01-06Last edited by 
SaintMark on 2016-10-15
SaintMark on 2016-10-15William Shakespeare: Top 3
| 1. | Sonnet 18 Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day? |
| 2. | Sonnet 130 |
| 3. | Sonnet 116 |
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