Perchance, I know my neck is true For what I seek contains no shrew What I heard foretold my defeat Of what 'I' must be - obsolete.
Compliment adolescence, anger I will not To retain what I have gruelly sought For now there is nothing more than this In that is that and is but is.
To she I do not now compare A maiden in face so true and fair Commence of what you deem thus fit Craves a kind of wit.
Let heaven consume this guile above To Paris I'll never speak of love (punish me for the tainting of my love) Refrain, retain, reconcile Give me a moment. I'll take a while.
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