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Sonnet 124: If my dear love were but the child of state
If my dear love were but the child of state,
It might for Fortune’s bastard be unfather’d,
As subject to Time’s love or Time’s hate,
Weeds amoung weeds, or flowers with flowers gather’d.
No, it was builded far from accident;
It suffers not in smiling pomp, nor falls
Under the blow of thralled discontent,
Whereto th’inviting time our fashion calls:
It fears not policy, that heretic,
Which works on leases of short number’d hours,
But all alone stands hugely politic,
That it nor grows with heat, nor drowns with the showers.
To this I witness call the fools of Time,
Which die for goodness,who have lived for crime
William Shakespeare
Presenters
Mark Chatterley
Thierry Heles
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If my dear love were but the child of state,
It might for Fortune’s bastard be unfather’d,
As subject to Time’s love or Time’s hate,
Weeds amoung weeds, or flowers with flowers gather’d.
No, it was builded far from accident;
It suffers not in smiling pomp, nor falls
Under the blow of thralled discontent,
Whereto th’inviting time our fashion calls:
It fears not policy, that heretic,
Which works on leases of short number’d hours,
But all alone stands hugely politic,
That it nor grows with heat, nor drowns with the showers.
To this I witness call the fools of Time,
Which die for goodness,who have lived for crime
William Shakespeare
Presenters
Mark Chatterley
Thierry Heles