Define my weal, and tell the joys of Heav`n; Express my woes, and show the pains of Hell; Declare what fate unlucky stars have giv`n, And ask a world upon my life to dwell; Make known the faith that Fortune could not move; Compare myu worth with others` base desert; Let virtue be the touchstone of my love, So may the heav`ns read wonders in my heart; Behold the clouds which have eclips`d my sun, And view the crosses which my course do let; Tell me if ever since the world begun So fair a rising had so foul a set, And see if Time (if he would strive to prove) Can show a second to so pure a love.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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