Репост из: Архив Шекспира
I won’t beg for your love: it’s laidSafely to rest, let the earth settle…Don’t expect my jealous letters
Pouring in to plague your bride.
But let me, nevertheless, advise you:
Give her my poems to read in bed,
Give her my portraits to keep — it’s wise to
Be kind like that when newly-wed.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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