William Shakespeare
Warwickshire
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Sonnet Xlii

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That thou hast her, it is not all my grief,
And yet it may be said I loved her dearly;
That she hath thee, is of my wailing chief,
A loss in love that touches me more nearly.
Loving offenders, thus I will excuse ye:
Thou dost love her, because thou knowst I love her;
And for my sake even so doth she abuse me,
Suffering my friend for my sake to approve her.
If I lose thee, my loss is my love's gain,
And losing her, my friend hath found that loss;
Both find each other, and I lose both twain,
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* Sunprincess * 02 July 2015
..........fabulous poem...love these lines ? But here's the joy; my friend and I are one; Sweet flattery! then she loves but me alone.
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Brian Jani 26 April 2014
Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 
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