William Shakespeare "Sonnet 35" lyrics

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Sonnet 35

No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud:Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.

All men make faults, and even I in this,Authorizing thy trespass with compare,Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are;

For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense,Thy adverse party is thy advocate,And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence:Such civil war is in my love and hate,

That I an accessory needs must be,To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.

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