Q hen people and deny me luck
I, lonely, sorry for my exile
vain cry to heaven and indifferent
and look at me and curse fate.
me I would like these, hope
richer, or those, courted and beautiful;
the order of him, on the other arts
envy and all my glory more disdain;
But when almost to despise the intimate
I arrived, here, I think, and how to break
the lark in flight at dawn, the anthem
by the dark skies of the land untouched.
that if love your sweet memory
even with a king muterei fate.
The sonnets of Shakespeare, certainly not the best known.
Tonight dedicate it to those who want ...
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