mercoledì, 02 luglio 2008
postato da: UngarianRapsody alle ore 13:06 |
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sabato, 12 aprile 2008

Come again, sweet love doth now invite, thy graces that refrain to do me due delight. To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die with thee again in sweetest sympathy Come again, that I may cease to mourn through thy unkind disdain for now left and forlorn. I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die, in deadly pain and endless misery Gentle love, draw forth thy wounding dart: Thou canst not pierce her heart; For I that do approve. By sighs an d tears more hot than are thy shafts, did tempt while she for scanty tryumphs laughs.
J.Dowland