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Most truly honoured, and as truly dear,
If worth in me or ought I do appear,
Who can of right better demand the same Than may your worthy self from whom it came
The principal might yield a greater sum,

A list of some observation
In a corner, it's warm
A glance leaves an imprint on anything it's dwelt on
Water is glass's most public form

Well, some may hate, and some may scorn,
And some may quite forget thy name;
But my sad heart must ever
Thy ruined hopes, thy blighted fame

Like some weak lords, neighbor'd by mighty kings,
To keep themselves and their chief cities free,
Do easily yield, that all their coasts may be Ready to store their camps of needful things:
So Stella's heart finding what power Love ...

'Tis said, that some have died for love:
And here and there a churchyard grave is found In the cold north's unhallowed ground,
Because the wretched man himself had slain,
His love was such a grievous pain

In anguish of my heart replete with woes,
And wasting pains, which best my body knows,
In tossing slumbers on my wakeful bed,
Bedrenched with tears that flowed from mournful head,

Down the memory lanes, on which you've strolled since ages
They will end if you walk farther a step or
Where exits the turn towards the wilderness of forgetfulnessbeyond which, there isn't any Me, nor any
My eyes hold their breath, ...

If instead of being hanged by the neck you're thrown inside for not giving up hopein the world, your country, your people, if you do ten or fifteen years apart from the time you have left,you won't say, "Better I had swung from the end of a r...

The answer to do you love me isn't,
I married you, didn't I
Or,
Can't we discuss this after the ballgame is through

Try to remember some details
Remember the clothing of the one you love so that on the day of loss you'll be able to say: last seen wearing such-and-such, brown jacket, white hat
Try to remember some details
For they have no face and...

Some lovers speak when they their Muses entertain,
Of hopes begot by fear, of wot not what desires:
Of force of heav'nly beams, infusing hellish pain:
Of living deaths, dear wounds, fair storms, and freezing fires