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No more be griev'd at that which thou...

Language: English

No more be griev'd 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 accessary needs must be,
      To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.


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Submitted by Emily Ezust

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Text added to the website: 2010-08-11.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:03:56
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Word count: 106

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Per quanto hai tu commesso più non ti dar cura

Language: Italian (Italiano) after the English

Per quanto hai tu commesso più non ti dar cura,
hanno spine le rose, e fango le fonti argentate:
un'eclissi o una nuvola sole e luna oscura,
e nel più bel germoglio stanno laide bestie annidate.
Sbagliano tutti, e cado io pure in errore,
se le tue colpe giustifico facendo paragoni,
corrompendo me stesso, per salvarti l'onore,
scusando i tuoi peccati in modi inopportuni;
E poiché ai tuoi sensuali errori cerco di dare un senso, 
diventa tuo avvocato la tua parte avversaria,
E contro ogni mio interesse scuse legali invento
mentre guerra civile in me, fra odio e amore, infuria.
Perché ormai è destino che diventi sodale,
di quel dolce furfante che mi deruba crudele.


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Based on
  • a text in English by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), no title, appears in Sonnets, no. 35 FRE
      • This text was set to music by the following composer(s): Mario Castelnuovo-Tedesco, Stefan Lienenkämper, Richard Simpson. Go to the text.

 

Text added to the website: 2012-07-03.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:04:58
Line count: 14
Word count: 115