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<p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;" data-flag="normal">SONNET 133<br>Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan<br>For that deep wound it gives my friend and me!<br>Is't not enough to torture me alone,<br>But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be?<br>Me from myself thy cruel eye hath taken,<br>And my next self thou harder hast engross'd:<br>Of him, myself, and thee, I am forsaken;<br>A torment thrice threefold thus to be cross'd.<br>Prison my heart in thy steel bosom's ward,<br>But then my friend's heart let my poor heart bail;<br>Whoe'er keeps me, let my heart be his guard;<br>Thou canst not then use rigor in my gaol:<br>And yet thou wilt; for I, being pent in thee,<br>Perforce am thine, and all that is in me.<br><br><br>_____<br><br></p>