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VAA/ 367-372

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Once more the engine of her thoughts began:
‘O fairest mover on this mortal round,
Would thou wert as I am, and I a man,
My heart all whole as thine, thy heart my wound;
For one sweet look thy help I would assure thee,
Though nothing but my body’s bane would cure thee!

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One Response to “VAA/ 367-372”

  1. ‘NOTHING’ in Shakespeare « Nothing Says:
    May 15, 2009 at 9:23 pm | Reply

    […] proud sight agrees. ” (283-288); “nothing but my body’s bane would cure thee” (367-372); “They wither in their prime, prove nothing worth” (415-420); “And that I could […]

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