Friday, January 9, 2009

William Shakepeare [sonnet 116][1] Comments

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Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs,
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes,
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
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