Comfort and despair
I love; two love’s tug-of-war —
I’ll live in doubt till … 1
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- Two loves I have of comfort and despair, — Sonnet CXLIV – William Shakespeare ↩
Comfort and despair
I love; two love’s tug-of-war —
I’ll live in doubt till … 1
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Thy prize flies from thee.
So you fly to catch your ‘catch’.
Still thy ‘Will’ when caught. 1
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My love is my sin;
I’ve robbed other beds their bedding,
I’ve left without leave.1
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Mine eyes love you not.
Five senses sense not with lust.
Yet, plagued I have been. 1
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The ill need physic,
for want of Physician’s fair.
Love’s my sole madness.1
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May you slay outright.
Let not your tongue injure me —
Pray thee, end this pain. 1
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My love is truth, though
I know we lie with true tongue,
I hear twisted ears.1
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Love’s the blind fool that
makes me see things as they’re not —
Falsehood’s seem so true.1
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If the number of your
‘Wills’ be fuller still than you
can count, count Love’s will.1
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