by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)

No more be griev'd at that which thou...
Language: English 
Available translation(s): ITA
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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This text was added to the website: 2010-08-11
Line count: 14
Word count: 106