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<p data-flag="normal" style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;"><b>SONNET 149<br>Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,<br>When I against myself with thee partake?<br>Do I not think on thee, when I forgot<br>Am of myself, all tyrant, for thy sake?<br>Who hateth thee that I do call my friend?<br>On whom frown'st thou that I do fawn upon?<br>Nay, if thou lour'st on me, do I not spend<br>Revenge upon myself with present moan?<br>What merit do I in myself respect,<br>That is so proud thy service to despise,<br>When all my best doth worship thy defect,<br>Commanded by the motion of thine eyes?<br> But, love, hate on, for now I know thy mind;<br> Those that can see thou lovest, and I am blind.<br></b></p><p data-flag="normal" style="font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;font-weight:normal;text-align:justify;"><b>作者介...