Think not for this, however, the poor treason Of my stout blood against my staggering brain, I shall remember you with love, or season My scorn with pity, let me make it plain: I find this frenzy insufficient reason For conversation when we meet again.
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on 2008-04-13 03:47 am (UTC)Of my stout blood against my staggering brain,
I shall remember you with love, or season
My scorn with pity, let me make it plain:
I find this frenzy insufficient reason
For conversation when we meet again.
Ouch. Burn.