Monday, May 21, 2001

Sonnet Xxxvii Comments

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As a decrepit father takes delight
To see his active child do deeds of youth,
So I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite,
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.
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William Shakespeare
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Dr Antony Theodore 14 April 2019

great poem from the greatest of poets.. tony

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Brian Jani 26 April 2014

Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 

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