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"Sonnet 72" by William Shakespeare

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First published at 01:22 UTC on May 21st, 2021.

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A continuation of Sonnet 71. Apparently 'love' and 'prove' rhymed in Shakespeare's time. Oh well.

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O, lest the world should task you to recite
What merit liv&#x…

A continuation of Sonnet 71. Apparently 'love' and 'prove' rhymed in Shakespeare's time. Oh well.

You can support me on Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/sststr

O, lest the world should task you to recite
What merit liv'd in me, that you should love
After my death (dear love) forget me quite,
For you in me can nothing worthy prove;
Unless you would devise some virtuous lie,
To do more for me than mine own desert,
And hang more praise upon deceased I
Than niggard truth would willingly impart;
O, lest your true love may seem false in this,
That you for love speak well of me untrue,
My name be buried where my body is,
And live no more to shame nor me nor you:
For I am shamed by that which I bring forth,
And so should you, to love things nothing worth.

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