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Acknowledgement
Dedication
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Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments...
When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state …
Love’s fire heats water, water cools not love...
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare...
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past …
Two loves I have of comfort and despair …
Some glory in their birth …
What potions have I drunk of Siren tears …
When my love swears that she is made of truth I do believe her, though I know she lies …
So shall I live, supposing thou art true, Like a deceived husband...
No longer mourn for me when I am dead...
’Tis better to be vile than vile esteem’d, When not to be receives reproach of being …
How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year...
How heavy do I journey on the way...
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