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Sonnet Xl

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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 thyself deceivest
By wilful taste of what thyself refusest.
I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief,
Although thou steal thee all my poverty;

And yet, love knows, it is a greater grief
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Zoyza Da Vinka 20 October 2020

Lovely poem. Nothing can be said about master poet.

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* Sunprincess * 02 July 2015

.........beautiful sonnet, especially love the first two lines ?

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Brian Jani 26 April 2014

Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 

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