Sonnet 39 Nina Elzeser, Faculty of Dramatic Art, Macedonia
Faculty of Dramatic Art Macedonia Sonnet XXXIX O, how thy worth with manners may I sing, When thou art all the better part of me What can mine own praise to mine own self bring And what is t but mine own when I praise thee Even for this let us divided live, And our dear love lose name of single one, That by this separation I may give That due to thee which thou deservest alone. O absence, what a torment wouldst thou prove, Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave To ent
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