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Shakespeare's Sonnet 147

  1    My love is as a fever, longing still
  2    For that which longer nurseth the disease,
  3    Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
  4    Th' uncertain sickly appetite to please.
  5    My reason, the physician to my love,
  6    Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
  7    Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
  8    Desire is death, which physic did except.
  9    Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
 10    And frantic mad with evermore unrest;
 11    My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
 12    At randon from the truth vainly express'd;
 13      For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
 14      Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

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