Pain in Forgetting
thou art a fair maiden with shimmering smile and bright abode, shall i compare thee to diamond? thou hast the splendid walk and life. my keen eyes are on thy for thou to fall. i got this appetency of love like hell, since somebody went abroad to me. perchance, i plight thou shall hast fine time. thou art snout-fair wonder-wench, still i beef-witted clodpoll. i shall degrade myself for thou like a man-at-arms failed to protect thy nation. my sword is as dull as the dying rock; armor not made of b
