Sonnet 147

Shakespeare Sundays with Chop Bard by Ehren Ziegler

May 22, 202215:12Arts

My love is as 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 pr...

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