User:27acorntrees

Alas the grief and deadly woeful smart, The careful chance shapen afore my shert; The sorrowful tears, the sighs hot as fire, That cruel love hath long sucked from mine heart. And for reward of our great desire Disdainful doubleness have I for my hire.

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O lost service, O pain ill rewarded, O pitifull heart with pain enlarged, O faithful mind, too suddenly assented, Return, alas since thou art not regarded. Too great a proof of true faith presented, Causeth by right such faith to be repented.

-William Shakespeare