William Shakespeare
Warwickshire
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Sonnet Xc

Rating: 3.8
Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,
Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,
And do not drop in for an after-loss:
Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scoped this sorrow,
Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe;
Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,
To linger out a purposed overthrow.
If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,
When other petty griefs have done their spite
But in the onset come; so shall I taste
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Michael Jack 24 August 2020
Yes you tead in between the lines this world's true face.
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Brian Jani 26 April 2014
Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 
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