Sonnet 40

Lyrics
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 blamed, if thou thyself deceivest By wilful taste of what thyself refusest I do forgive thy robbery, gentlе thief Although thou steal thee all my poverty: And yеt, 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
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Credits
- Writers
- William Shakespeare