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Sonnet 151 guys, another one they cannot teach in school-- Mr Bowlder must have just crossed this whole one off the list!

The Georgian Navy, and the early modern poets-- seeing the word with penis tinted glasses! (There is an image to make you spit-take your tea!)

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 father 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.

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ba1126
Mar. 3rd, 2014 01:52 pm (UTC)
Titillating!!
anteros_lmc
Mar. 3rd, 2014 08:39 pm (UTC)
Deeper meaning my arse! ;)
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