Machine Shakespeare II: The Shakespeareing
Kategorien: Sprache, Python, gedichtet

 Or Whether Doth My Mind, Being Crowned With You
  No Longer Mourn For Me When I Am Dead;
 So Shall I Live, Supposing Thou Art True.
  Sweet Love, Renew Thy Force. Be It Not Said
 
 Thy Gift, Thy Tables, Are Within My Brain!
  How Like A Winter Hath My Absence Been;
 Let Me Confess That We Two Must Be Twain,
  Like As To Make Our Appetites More Keen.
 
 If My Dear Love Were But The Child Of State
  Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?
 Love Is My Sin, And Thy Dear Virtue Hate,
  But Do Thy Worst To Steal Thyself Away.
 
   So Am I As The Rich, Whose Blessed Key
   When Most I Wink, Then Do Mine Eyes Best See.

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