Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all; What hast thou - TopicsExpress



          

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all; What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call; All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more. Then if for my love thou my love receivest, I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest; But yet be blamd, if thyself deceivest By wilful taste of what thyself refusest. I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief, Although thou steal thee all my poverty; And yet, love knows, it is a greater grief To bear loves wrong, than hates known injury. Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows, Kill me with spires: yet we must not be foes.
Posted on: Wed, 13 Nov 2013 18:19:12 +0000

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