, by William Shakespeare
Why didst thou promise
such a beauteous
And make me travel forth without my cloak,
To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way,
Hiding thy brav'ry in their rotten smoke?
'Tis not enough that through the cloud
To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face,
For no man well of such a salve
That heals the wound and cures not the disgrace
Nor can thy shame give physic
to my grief;
Though thou repent
, yet I have still the loss.
Th'offender's sorrow lends but weak relief
To him that bears the strong offence's cross
Ah, but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds,
And they are rich, and ransom all ill deeds.
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Why does Bill have to go and wuss out in the last couplet of this one? He forgives her just like that? So contrived. He's just trying to get some makeup lovin'. - Ed.