Author: BillBools (58.233.142.---)
Date: 02-06-06 13:08
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Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,
My verse alone had all thy gentle grace;
But now my gracious numbers are decay\'d,
And my sick Muse doth give an other place.
I grant, sweet love, thy lovely argument
Deserves the travail of a worthier pen;
Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent
He robs thee of, and pays it thee again.
He lends thee virtue, and he stole that word
From thy behaviour; beauty doth he give,
And found it in thy cheek: he can afford
No praise to thee, but what in thee doth live.
Then thank him not for that which he doth say,
Since what he owes thee, thou thyself dost pay.
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,
As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel;
For well thou know\'st to my dear doting heart
Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel.
Yet, in good faith, some say that thee behold,
Thy face hath not the power to make love groan;
To say they err I dare not be so bold,
Although I swear it to myself alone.
And to be sure that is not false I swear,
A thousand groans, but thinking on thy face,
One on another\'s neck, do witness bear
Thy black is fairest in my judgment\'s place.
In nothing art thou black save in thy deeds,
And thence this slander, as I think, proceeds.
After about 20 years of marriage, I\'m finally starting to scratch the
surface of what women want. And I think the answer lies somewhere between
conversation and chocolate.
Architecture is inhabited sculpture.