Sonnet 35 by W. Shakespeare

No more be griev'd 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,
Authorising 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 accessary needs must be
   To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.

Sonnet 35 (No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done) from Sonnets by William Shakespeare.

Сонет 35 на английском языке. Автор Уильям Шекспир.

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