To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans;
Coy looks with heart-sore sighs; one fading moments mirth
With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights:
If haply won, perhaps a hapless gain;
If lost, why then a grievous labour won;
However, but a folly bought with wit,
Or else a wit by folly vanquished.
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Other Poems of Interest...APRIL, FR. LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
ARIEL'S SONG (1) [OR, DIRGE] [OR, A SEA DIRGE]. FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
ARIEL'S SONG (2), FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
AUBADE [OR, A MORNING SONG FOR IMOGEN], FR. CYMBELINE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
CALIBAN [ON THE ISLAND], FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
FANCY, FR. THE MERCHANT OF VENICE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
FESTE'S SONG (1), FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
FESTE'S SONG (2), FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
FRIENDSHIP [OR, THE TRUE FRIEND] by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
HEALTHFUL OLD AGE, FR. AS YOU LIKE IT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
IMAGINATION, FR. A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
LOVE DISSEMBLED, FR. AS YOU LIKE IT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
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