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Love is too young to know what conscience is; 

Yet who knows not, conscience is born of love? 

Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss, 

Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove. 

For thou betraying me, I do betray 

My nobler part to my gross body’s treason; 

My soul doth tell my body that he may 

Triumph in love; flesh stays no farther reason, 

But rising at thy name, doth point out thee 

As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride, 

He is contented thy poor drudge to be, 

To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side. 

No want of conscience hold it that I call 

Her ‘love,’ for whose dear love I rise and fall. 

SONNET 151

About barzdovg666

I'm a revelationist/prophestylist, and lover and servant of HaShem of Hosts.
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