Yay, karma.

[kragore]

I get this neat thing, called "A Sonnet a Day" from some silly Shakespere website. It actually only comes about twice a week, but today's was:

XL.

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;
All mine was thine before thou hadst this more.
Then if for my love thou my love receivest,
I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest;
But yet be blamed, if thou thyself deceivest
By wilful taste of what thyself refusest.
I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief,
Although thou steal thee all my poverty;
And yet, love knows, it is a greater grief
To bear love's wrong than hate's known injury.
Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,
Kill me with spites; yet we must not be foes.

*goes back to hiding under the proverbial bed*

- K.

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*crawls out from under the bed, and is content to let Bleys attack the world with his chair, bullwhip, and stinky armor*