She is too fair, too wise; wisely too fair, To merit bliss by making me despair: She hath forsworn to love; and in that vow Do I live dead that live to tell it now.
There’s no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjur’d, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.
Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn, Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue Which she hath prais’d him with above compare So many thousand times?
Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise: An you be mine, I’ll give you to my friend; An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die i’ the streets, For, by my soul, I’ll ne’er acknowledge thee, Nor what is mine shall never do thee good: Trust to’t, bethink you, I’ll not be forsworn.
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asked the Palestinians to forswear terrorism
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight, For I never saw true beauty till this night.