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oO Shakespeare
Oo
O - learn to read
O - let my looks be then
As an unperfect actor
on the stage
the eloquence
Who with his fear
is put beside his part
what silent love hath writ
And dumb presagers
Or some fierce thing
replete with too much rage
of my speaking chest
Whose strength's abundance
weakens his own heart
Sonnet XXIII
To hear with eyes
Who plead for love
So I - for fear of trust
forget to say
and look for recompense
The perfect ceremony
of love's rite
belongs to love's fine wit
More than that tongue
And in mine own love's strength
seem to decay
that more hath more express'd
O'ercharged
with burthen
of mine own love's might
