Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not...
Sonnet 149Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,
When I against myself with thee partake? Do I not think on thee, when I forgot Am of myself, all tyrant, for thy sake? Who hateth thee that I do call my friend? On whom frown'st thou that I do fawn upon? Nay, if thou lour'st on me, do I not spend Revenge upon myself with present moan? What merit do I in myself respect, That is so proud thy service to despise, When all my best doth worship thy defect, Commanded by the motion of thine eyes? But, love, hate on, for now I know thy mind; Those that can see thou lovest, and I am blind. Buy and Download...Click HERE
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How can
you possibly say I don’t love you, when I’ll even take your side against my
own? I’ll scupper my own case to further yours, dislike all your enemies and if
you frown at me I’ll even punish myself. Nothing I have is too good to be put
to use to your service, and all my best is at ready to serve your capricious
whim.
Never mind, I know why this is. You fancy people with clear judgement, and I’m certainly not one of them.
Never mind, I know why this is. You fancy people with clear judgement, and I’m certainly not one of them.