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Слушать(AI)Love Turned to Hatred
I will not love one minute more,
I swear!
No, not a minute!
Not a sigh or
Thou gett'st from me, or one kind look again,
Though thou shouldst court me to 't, and wouldst begin.
I will not think of thee but as men
Of debts and sins; and then I'll curse thee too.
For thy sake woman shall be now to
Less welcome than at midnight ghosts shall be.
I'll hate so perfectly that it shall
Treason to love that man that loves a she.
Nay,
I will hate the very good,
I swear,
That's in thy sex, because it doth lie there, - Their very virtue, grace, discourse, and wit,
And all for thee!
What, wilt thou love me yet?
John Suckling
Sir John Suckling (10 February 1609 – after May 1641) was an English poet, prominent among those renowned for careless gaiety and wit – the acco
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