Sonnet Quotes

As an unperfect actor upon the stage
Who with much fear is put besides his part
Or some fierce thing, replete with too much rage
Whose strengths abundance weakens his own heart
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love's rite
And in mine own love's strength seem to decay
O'ercharged with burthen of my own love's might
o, let my books be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast
Who plead for love, and look for recompense
More than that tongue that more hath express'd.
O, learn to read what silent love hath writ
To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.

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