1. How my achievements mock me,
2. Things won are done; joy's soul lies in the doing,
3. He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike,
4. But love is blind and lovers cannot seeThe pretty follies that themselves commit;For if they could, Cupid himself would blushTo see me thus transformed to a boy,
5. My tongue will tell the anger of mine heart, Or else my heart, concealing it, will break,
6. Exit, pursued by a bear,
7. When to the sessions of sweet silent thoughtI summon up remembrance of things past,I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste,
8. Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
9. Let me not to the marriage of true mindsAdmit impediments: love is not loveWhich alters when it alteration finds,
10. O, it is excellent to have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant,
11. Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters,
12. O that a man might know the end of this day's business ere it come.
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