Shakespearean experience – Sonetto, credo, ipso facto, nullo modo

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Thou blind fool Love, what dost thou to mine eyes
as I not for my self, but for thee will
there lives more life in one of your fair eyes
my tongue-tied muse in manners holds her still

For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense
o cunning love, with tears thou keep’st me blind
thus can my love excuse the slow offence
a god in love, to whom I am confined

So will I pray that thou mayst have thy Will
those lines that I before have writ do lie
my love is as a fever longing still
yet then my judgment knew no reason why

For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed
bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go wide

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