Лезли Крэбтри (Leslie Crabtree)
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Sonnet XL
    William Shakespeare
  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.  
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