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Will, In Love With Self

June 26, 2011

Music to his love-kindling fire my jewels in thy record
could with clay, suffering my every where. Let
them from accident; both truth, Who taught the
best, One will be the disgrace and find true.

Take heed, my female evil, being at your
servant once asleep, alack, which doth wilfully appear.
If I are measured from my heart another self thy
tongue thy lovers gone, so be, as testy.

By unions married, being wrack’d, From me still
cry Amen To make the Muses fil’d. No,
Supposed as food to die: But that is black
was certain o’er the death-bed, smell of sweet self.

But weak relief to say thy picture’s sight? Thou
canst not with mine own self-love quite, Will.


quatrains composed using eGnoetry; model text:  Shakespeare’s sonnets.



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