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CXVI Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. EN LET ME NOT TO THE MARRIAGE OF TRUE MINDS ADMIT IMPEDIMENTS
elf resemble, Creating every bad a perfect best, As fast as objects to his beams assemble? O! ’tis the first, ’tis flattery in my seeing, And my great mind most kingly drinks it up: Mine eye well knows what with his gust is ’greeing, And to his palate doth prepare the cup: If it be poison’d, ’tis the lesser sin That mine eye loves it and doth first begin. CXV Those lines that I before have writ do lie, Even those that said I could not love you dearer: Yet then my judgment knew no reason why My most full flame should afterwards burn clearer. But reckoning Time, whose million’d accidents Creep in ’twixt vows, and change decrees of kings, Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp’st intents, Divert strong minds to the course of altering things; Alas! why fearing of Time’s tyranny, Might I not then say, ‘Now I love you best,’ When I was certain o’er incertainty, Crowning the present, doubting of the rest? Love is a babe, then might I not say so, To give full growth to that which still doth grow?   SON AT ONE SIXTEEN BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE READ FOR LIEBERVOX DAT ORG BY SQUIDVAS LAKOVA FOUND AT FRISCO DASH SQUID THAT BLACK SPOT DOT COME SON AT ONE SIXTE
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