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Sonnet XXXV
No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:
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Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;
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Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
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And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
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All men make faults, and even I in this,
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Authorizing thy trespass with compare,
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Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,
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Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are;
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For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense--
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Thy adverse party is thy advocate--
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And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence:
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Such civil war is in my love and hate
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That I an accessary needs must be
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To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.
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