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First published January 1, 1609
”Ay me! i fell; and yet do question make
What should i do again for such a sake”
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
— Sonnet 94
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O that infected moisture of his eye,So basically, what we learn from this poem is that we will never learn from our mistakes, and that when a ripped bonus man (who treated us like shit before) shows up at our porch, we'll let him fuck us over again. Great.
O that false fire which in his cheek so glow'd,
O that forc'd thunder from his heart did fly,
O that sad breath his spongy lungs bestow'd,
O all that borrowed motion seemingly ow'd,
Would yet again betray the fore-betray'd,
And new pervert a reconciled maid!