Saturday, 29 November 2008

William Shakespeare - Sonnets: 129

Th'expence of Spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action, and till action, lust
Is perjurd, murdrous, blouddy full of blame,
Savage, extreame, rude, cruell, not to trust,
Injoyd no sooner but dispised straight,
Past reason hunted, and no sooner had
Past reason hated as a swollowed bayt,
On purpose layd to make the taker mad.
Made In pursuit and in possession so,
Had, having, and in quest to have, extreame,
A blisse in proofe and proud a very wo,
Before a joy proposed behind a dream,
All this the world well knowes yet none knowes well,
To shun the heaven that leads men to hell.

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