No more be grieved at that which thou hast done

Keb’ Mo’ - Pop
No more be grieved at that which thou hast done
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No more be grieved atthat which thou hast done: Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud: Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud All men make faults, and even I in this Authorizing thy trespass with compare Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are; For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense Thy adverse party is thy advocate And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence: Such civil war is in my love and hate That I an accessary needs must be To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me
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- William Shakespeare