griefs of mine own lie heavy in my brest,
which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest
With more of thine. This loves that thou hast shown
doth add more grief to too much of mnie own.
Love is a smoke aised with the fume of sighs;
Being prged, a fira sparkiling in lovers' eyes;
Being vex'd, a se nourish'd with lovers' tears.
What is it else? a madness most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preserving sweet
tip: you learned it in school, probably
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