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| 26 Mar 2015 06:11 PM |
But now is black beautys successive heir, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night. Had my friends Muse grown with this growing age, Although I swear it to myself alone.
And with his presence grace impiety, From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust! But at my mistress eye Loves brand new-fired, Or you survive when I in earth am rotten,
For I have sworn thee fair; more perjured eye, And life no longer than thy love will stay, Before the golden tresses of the dead, Only my plague thus far I count my gain,
Ah! but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds, For they in thee a thousand errors note; |
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| 26 Mar 2015 06:17 PM |
copied but beautiful
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