Saturday, January 4, 2003

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THEN hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,
Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,
And do not drop in for an after loss:
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William Shakespeare
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Subhas Chandra Chakra 02 October 2016

To linger out a purposed overthrow. If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last, When other petty griefs have done their spite, But in the onset come: so shall I taste At first the very worst of fortune's might Beautiful poem.

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Susan Williams 02 October 2016

He transcends time and space with his writings- -I wonder if he had any idea that he would have such renown...

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Mizzy ........ 02 October 2016

Great work from a great poet........

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Ramesh T A 02 October 2016

Woe and loss are well used to write this sonnet by Shakespeare based on his life experience in the world!

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Ratnakar Mandlik 02 October 2016

Simply superb poem penned by a great soul and equally great poet. Thanks for sharing.

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Edward Kofi Louis 02 October 2016

This sorrow! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Brian Jani 26 April 2014

Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 

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