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  116-126, 147-154.     (8)

 



 



 ,2019



ISBN978-5-4496-5531-8 (. 8)

ISBN978-5-4496-3971-4

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		Let me not tothe marriage oftrue minds
		Admit impediments; love is notlove
		Which alters when it alteration finds,
		Or bends with the remover toremove.
		Πno, it is an ever-fixedmark
		That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
		It is the star toevery wandring bark,
		Whose worths unknown, although his heighth be taken.
		Loves not Times fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
		Within his bending sickles compass come;
		Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
		But bears it out even tothe edge ofdoom.
		If this be error and upon me proved,
		Inever writ, nor no man ever loved.

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		Accuse me thus: that Ihave scantedall
		Wherein Ishould your great deserts repay,
		Forgot upon your dearest love tocall,
		Whereto all bonds do tie me day byday;
		That Ihave frequent been with unknown minds
		And given totime your own dear-purchased right;
		That Ihave hoisted sail toall the winds
		Which should transport me farthest from your sight.
		Book both my wilfulness and errors down,
		And on just proof surmise accumulate;
		Bring me within the level ofyour frown,
		But shoot riot at me inyour wakened hate;
		Since my appeal says Idid strive toprove
		The constancy and virtue ofyour love.

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		Like as tomake our appetites morekeen
		With eager compounds we our palate urge,
		As toprevent our maladies unseen
		We sicken toshun sickness when we purge:
		Even so, being full ofyour neer-cloying sweetness,
		Tobitter sauces did Iframe my feeding,
		And, sick ofwelfare, found akind ofmeetness
		Tobe diseased ere that there was true needing.
		Thus policy inlove, tanticipate
		The ills that were not, grew tofaults assured,
		And brought tomedicine ahealthful state
		Which, rank ofgoodness, would byill be cured.
		But thence Ilearn, and find the lesson true,
		Drugs poison him that so fell sick ofyou.

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		What potions have Idrank ofSiren tears,
		Distilled from limbecks foul as hell within,
		Applying fears tohopes, and hopes tofears,
		Still losing when Isaw myself towin!
		What wretched errors hath my heart committed,
		Whilst it hath thought itself so blessed never!
		How have mine eyes out oftheir spheres been fitted
		Inthe distraction ofthis madding fever!
		Πbenefit ofill! now Ifindtrue
		That better is byevil still made better,
		And ruined love when it is builtanew
		Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.
		So Ireturn rebuked tomy content,
		And gain byill thrice more than Ihave spent.

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		That you were once unkind befriends menow,
		And for that sorrow which Ithen didfeel
		Needs must Iunder my transgressionbow,
		Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel.
		For if you were bymy unkindness shaken
		As Ibyyours, yhave passed ahell oftime,
		And I, atyrant, have no leisure taken
		Toweigh how once Isuffered inyour crime.
		Πthat our night ofwoe might have remembred
		My deepest sense, how hard true sorrow hits,
		And soon toyou, as you tome then, tendred
		The humble salve, which wounded bosoms fits!
		But that your trespass now becomes afee;
		Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransomme.

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