As an unperfect actor on the stageWho with his fear is put beside his part,Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart,So I, for fear of trust, forget to sayThe perfect ceremony of love's rite,And in mine own love's strength seem to decay,O'ercharged with burden of mine own love's might.O, let my books be then the eloquenceAnd dumb presagers of
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