William Shakespeare "Sonnet 40" lyrics

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Sonnet 40

Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all;What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more.

Then, if for my love, thou my love receivest,I cannot blame thee, for my love thou usest;But yet be blam'd, if thou thy self deceivestBy wilful taste of what thyself refusest.

I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief,Although thou steal thee all my poverty:And yet, love knows it is a greater griefTo bear love's wrong, than hate's known injury.

Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,Kill me with spites yet we must not be foes.

Sonet XXL

Iubite, ia-mi iubirile, pe toate,ești mai bogat de le vei dobândi?Iubirea nu mi-o crezi iubire poate,dar ea a ta este de când o știi.

De dragul meu dacă-mi primești iubireaşi-o cheltui, nu te voi fi blestematşi totuși te blestem, de-i iai sclipireafără să ţi-o dorești cu-adevărat!

Iubit tâlhar, tu, hoțul de miresme,te iert când sărăcia mea o furi,iubirii-i ierți fărădelegea lesne,mai greu fărădelegile le-nduri.

O, desfrânat ce schimbi în bine răulnu-mi fi dușman, chiar dacă-mi ești călăul!

(trad. Gheorghe Tomozei)

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