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Take All My Loves (Sonnet 40)

 

Take All My Loves (Sonnet 40)

(앨범: Take All My Loves - 9 Shakespeare Sonnets - 2016)


[Rufus:]
Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all;
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;
All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more
Then, if for my love, thou my love receivest
I cannot blame thee, for my love thou usest;
But yet be blam'd, if thou thy self deceivest
By wilful taste of what thyself refusest
I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief
Although thou steal thee all my poverty:
And yet, love knows it is a greater grief
To bear love's wrong, than hate's known injury
(I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief
Although thou steal thee all my poverty:
And yet, love knows it is a greater grief
To bear love's wrong, than hate's known injury
I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief
Although thou steal thee all my poverty)

[Maruis de Vries:]
Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all;
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;
All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more
Then, if for my love, thou my love receivest
I cannot blame thee, for my love thou usest;
But yet be blam'd, if thou thy self deceivest
By wilful taste of what thyself refusest
I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief
Although thou steal thee all my poverty:
And yet, love knows it is a greater grief
To bear love's wrong, than hate's known injury
Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows
Kill me with spites yet we must not be foes

[Rufus:]
Kill me with spites yet we must not be foes
To bear love's wrong, than hate's known injury
Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows
Kill me with spites yet we must not be foes

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