Текст песни Уильям Шекспир - Сонет 133

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Damn the soul that tormented
My friend's whim changed .
Torment me you seemed a little -
My best friend is captured in the same captivity

Fierce me the evil eye
You ever robbed three hearts :
Losing the will , I lost time
You, yourself and a friend finally .

But the other you get rid of slavish share
And order that I guarded him .
I'll be the guardian , while in captivity ,
And my heart for him to give bail.

Plea in vain . You - my dungeon
And all my needs languish with me .