Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan...
Sonnet 133Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
For that deep wound it gives my friend and me! Is't not enough to torture me alone, But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be? Me from myself thy cruel eye hath taken, And my next self thou harder hast engross'd: Of him, myself, and thee, I am forsaken; A torment thrice threefold thus to be cross'd. Prison my heart in thy steel bosom's ward, But then my friend's heart let my poor heart bail; Whoe'er keeps me, let my heart be his guard; Thou canst not then use rigor in my gaol: And yet thou wilt; for I, being pent in thee, Perforce am thine, and all that is in me. Listen to the recording!Free sample available for this sonnet! Click HERE
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How could
you hurt me like this? It was bad enough that you had me in your thrall, but
you had to grab my friend as well! I can’t
call my soul my own any more because I’m so infatuated with you, and my friend
is now in an even worse way. Which means I’ve lost myself, him, and you.
How about you let him go, and I’ll still be your prisoner. You can let me take care of him in the confines of my heart. Shucks, that’s not going to work, is it? If you’ve got me captive, and I’ve got him, he’s still a captive of yours.
How about you let him go, and I’ll still be your prisoner. You can let me take care of him in the confines of my heart. Shucks, that’s not going to work, is it? If you’ve got me captive, and I’ve got him, he’s still a captive of yours.