The Handy-volume Shakspeare ...Bradbury, Agnew & Company, 1873 |
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... ( too much profane ) should do it wrong , And haply of our old acquaintance tell . For thee , against myself I'll vow debate , For I must ne'er love him whom thou dost hate . XC . Then hate me when thou wilt ; if SONNETS . 249.
... ( too much profane ) should do it wrong , And haply of our old acquaintance tell . For thee , against myself I'll vow debate , For I must ne'er love him whom thou dost hate . XC . Then hate me when thou wilt ; if SONNETS . 249.
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William Shakespeare. CXLII . Love is my sin , and thy dear virtue hate , Hate of my sin , grounded on sinful loving : O , but with mine compare thou thine own state , And thou shalt find it merits not reproving ; Or , if it do , not from ...
William Shakespeare. CXLII . Love is my sin , and thy dear virtue hate , Hate of my sin , grounded on sinful loving : O , but with mine compare thou thine own state , And thou shalt find it merits not reproving ; Or , if it do , not from ...
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... hate , " To me that languish'd for her sake : But when she saw my woeful state , Straight in her heart did mercy come , Chiding that tongue , that ever sweet Was used in giving gentle doom ; And taught it thus anew to greet : " I hate ...
... hate , " To me that languish'd for her sake : But when she saw my woeful state , Straight in her heart did mercy come , Chiding that tongue , that ever sweet Was used in giving gentle doom ; And taught it thus anew to greet : " I hate ...
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