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124. Sonnet 124 If my dear love were but the ***** of state (William Shakespeare)
If my dear love were but the ***** of state,
It might for Fortune's bastard be unfather'd'
As subject to Time's love or to Time's ****,
Weeds among weeds, or flowers with flowers gather'd.
No, it was builded far from accident;
It suffers not in smiling pomp, nor falls
Under the blow of thralled discontent,
Whereto the inviting time our fashion calls:
It fears not policy, that heretic,
Which works on leases of short-number'd hours,
But all alone stands hugely politic,
That it nor grows with heat nor drowns with showers.
To this I witness call the fools of time,
Which die for goodness, who have lived for crime.
awesome:thumbsup:
If my dear love were but the ***** of state,
It might for Fortune's bastard be unfather'd'
As subject to Time's love or to Time's ****,
Weeds among weeds, or flowers with flowers gather'd.
No, it was builded far from accident;
It suffers not in smiling pomp, nor falls
Under the blow of thralled discontent,
Whereto the inviting time our fashion calls:
It fears not policy, that heretic,
Which works on leases of short-number'd hours,
But all alone stands hugely politic,
That it nor grows with heat nor drowns with showers.
To this I witness call the fools of time,
Which die for goodness, who have lived for crime.
awesome:thumbsup:
