letra de sonnet 42 - the marlowe society
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that thou hast her, it is not all my grief
and yet it may be said i lov’d her dearly;
that she hath thee, is of my wailing chief
a loss in love that touches me more nearly
loving offenders, thus i will excuse ye:
thou dost love her, because thou know’st i love her;
and for my sake even so doth she abuse me
suffering my friend for my sake to approve her
if i lose thee, my loss is my love’s gain
and losing her, my friend hath found that loss;
both find each other, and i lose both twain
and both for my sake lay on me this cross:
but here’s the joy: my friend and i are one:
sweet flattery! then she loves but me alone
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