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Шекспир 142 сонет
142      Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,      Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving.      O but with mine compare thou thine own state,      And thou shalt find it merits not reproving,      Or if it do, not from those lips of thine,      That have profaned their scarlet ornaments,      And seal'd false bonds of love as oft as mine,      Robbed others' beds' rev nues of their rents.      Be it lawful I love thee, as thou lov'st those      Whom thine eyes woo as mine importune thee:      Root pity in thy heart, that when it grows      Thy pity may deserve to pitied be.      If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide,      By self-example mayst thou be denied...
Шекспир 142 сонет
142      Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,      Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving.      O but with mine compare thou thine own state,      And thou shalt find it merits not reproving,      Or if it do, not from those lips of thine,      That have profaned their scarlet ornaments,      And seal'd false bonds of love as oft as mine,      Robbed others' beds' rev nues of their rents.      Be it lawful I love thee, as thou lov'st those      Whom thine eyes woo as mine importune thee:      Root pity in thy heart, that when it grows      Thy pity may deserve to pitied be.      If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide,      By self-example mayst thou be denied...