William Shakespeare
Warwickshire
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Sonnet Xxxix

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O, how thy worth with manners may I sing,
When thou art all the better part of me?
What can mine own praise to mine own self bring?
And what is 't but mine own when I praise thee?
Even for this let us divided live,
And our dear love lose name of single one,
That by this separation I may give
That due to thee which thou deservest alone.
O absence, what a torment wouldst thou prove,
Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave
To entertain the time with thoughts of love,
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* Sunprincess * 14 September 2015
...........a beautiful and timeless piece...simply superb ?
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Brian Jani 26 April 2014
Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 
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