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Sonnet 35: No More Be Grieved At That Which Thou Hast Done

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No more be grieved 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,
Authorizing 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 my self a lawful plea commence.
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Brian Jani 26 April 2014

Awesome I like this poem, check mine out

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