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XXVIII How can I then return in happy plight, That am debarre'd the benefit of rest? KHOVA HOW CAN I THEN RETURN IN HAPPY PLIGHT THAT AM DEBARRED THE BENEFIT OF REST
ake seem bare, in wanting words to show it, But that I hope some good conceit of thine In thy soul’s thought, all naked, will bestow it: Till whatsoever star that guides my moving, Points on me graciously with fair aspect, And puts apparel on my tatter’d loving, To show me worthy of thy sweet respect: Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee; Till then, not show my head where thou mayst prove me. XXVII Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear respose for limbs with travel tir’d; But then begins a journey in my head To work my mind, when body’s work’s expired: For then my thoughts, from far where I abide, Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep my drooping eyelids open wide, Looking on darkness which the blind do see: Save that my soul’s imaginary sight Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night, Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new. Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind, For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.  TWO SON AT TWENTY EIGHT BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE READ FOR LIEBERVOX STUD ORG BY SQUIDVASHLO
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