P.S. Here's Shakespeare's 23rd sonnet. I love it, and I hope you do, too
As an unperfect actor on the stage
who with his fear is put besides his part
or some feirce thing replete with too much rage
whose strengths 's abundance weakens his own heart
so I, for fear of trust, forget to say
the perfect ceremony of love's rite
and in mine own love's strength seem to decay
o'ercharg'd with burthen of mine own love's might.
who with his fear is put besides his part
or some feirce thing replete with too much rage
whose strengths 's abundance weakens his own heart
so I, for fear of trust, forget to say
the perfect ceremony of love's rite
and in mine own love's strength seem to decay
o'ercharg'd with burthen of mine own love's might.

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