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Sonnet 147

from The Spoken Word by Rick Miller

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Pain and Passion in the more traditional sense. Hundreds of years old, but the words still hit home.

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My love is a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
Th’ uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen’s are,
At random from the truth vainly expressed:
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

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from The Spoken Word, released January 31, 2013
Words by Bill S.

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