Take All My Loves (Sonnet 40)

Rufus Wainwright & Marius de Vries - Rock, Sonnet (Poetry)
Take All My Loves (Sonnet 40)
2 Plays
Duration: 6:26
Lyrics
[Rufus Wainwright] Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all; What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call; All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more Then, if for my love, thou my love receivest I cannot blame thee, for my love thou usest; But yet be blam'd, if thou thy self deceivest By wilful taste of what thyself refusest I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief Although thou steal thee all my poverty: And yet, love knows it is a greater grief To bear love's wrong, than hate's known injury (I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief Although thou steal thee all my poverty: And yet, love knows it is a greater grief To bear love's wrong, than hate's known injury I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief Although thou steal thee all my poverty) [Marius de Vries] Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all; What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call; All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more Then, if for my love, thou my love receivest I cannot blame thee, for my love thou usest; But yet be blam'd, if thou thy self deceivest By wilful taste of what thyself refusest I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief Although thou steal thee all my poverty: And yet, love knows it is a greater grief To bear love's wrong, than hate's known injury Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows Kill me with spites yet we must not be foes [Rufus Wainwright] Kill me with spites yet we must not be foes To bear love's wrong, than hate's known injury Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows Kill me with spites yet we must not be foes
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Credits
- Writers
- Rufus Wainwright
- William Shakespeare