Friday, May 18, 2001

Sonnet Cxlvii Comments

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My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
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William Shakespeare
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Fabrizio Frosini 07 January 2016

Perhaps as a natural continuation of the renunciation of the previous sonnet, or perhaps independently of it, the poet here reflects on his woeful state.

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Brian Jani 26 April 2014

Awesome I like this poem, check mine out

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