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Sonnet 129

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Sonnet 129

Th’expense of spirit in a waste of shame

Is lust in action, and til action, lust

Is perjured, murd’rous, bloody, full of blame,

Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,

Enjoyed no sooner but despised straight,

Past reason hunted, and no sooner had,

Past reason hated as a swallowed bait,

On purpose laid to make the taker mad.

Mad In pursuit and in possession so,

Had, having, and in quest, to have extreme,

A bliss in proof and proved a very woe,

Before a joy propos’d behind a dream,

All this the world well knows yet none knows well,

To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.

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