Sonnet 32 by William Shakespeare - видео

Theres that provelove slanted rhyme again. Hmmm... If thou survive my well-contented day When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover And shalt by fortune once more re-survey These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover Compare them with the bettering of the time And though they be outstrippd by every pen Reserve them for my love not for their rhyme Exceeded by the height of happier men. O then vouchsafe me but this loving thought: Had my friends Muse grown with this growing age A dearer b...
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