Author: Julia (---.zone129.zaural.ru)
Date: 01-02-06 14:06
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LVIII
That god forbid, that made me first your slave,
I should in thought control your times of pleasure,
Or at your hand the account of hours to crave,
Being your vassal, bound to stay your leisure!
O! let me suffer, being at your beck,
The imprison\'d absence of your liberty;
And patience, tame to sufferance, bide each check,
Without accusing you of injury.
Be where you list, your charter is so strong
That you yourself may privilage your time
To what you will; to you it doth belong
Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime.
I am to wait, though waiting so be hell,
Not blame your pleasure be it ill or well.
--William Shakespeare</pre>
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CXLIV
Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still:
The better angel is a man right fair,
The worser spirit a woman colour\'d ill.
To win me soon to hell, my female evil,
Tempteth my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
And whether that my angel be turn\'d fiend,
Suspect I may, yet not directly tell;
But being both from me, both to each friend,
I guess one angel in another\'s hell:
Yet this shall I ne\'er know, but live in doubt,
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.
--William Shakespeare</pre>
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