Shakespeare's Sonnets

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Shakespeare's Sonnets

40 ________________________________________Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all,What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call,All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more:Then if for my love, thou my love receivest,I cannot blame thee, for my love thou usest,But yet be blamed, if thou thy self deceivestBy wilful taste of what thy self refusest.I do forgive thy robbery gentle thiefAlthough thou steal thee all my poverty:And yet love knows it is a greater griefTo bear greater wrong, than hate's known injury.Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,Kill me with spites yet we must not be foes.



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