My  sock is as a fever, longing still |My  pick out is like a fever, still longing | |  |For that which longer nurseth the disease,                                       |For that which feeds the disease,                                                    |  |  keep on that which doth preserve the ill,                                    |Feeding on that which prolongs the illness,                                     |  |The uncertain  ail appetite to please.                                          |All to please the unhealthy desires of the body.                              |  |My  rationalness, the  cath fine artician to my love,                                                |My  originator, loves doctor,                                                                |  |  glowing under the collar(predicate) that his prescriptions are  non kept,                                       |Angry that I do not follow his directions,                                       |  |Hath left me   , and I desperate now   fissure                                        |Has left me, and desperate I find that                                             |  |Desire is death, which physic did except.                                        |Desire leads to death, which physic (reason) will not allow.            |  |Past   pertain I am, now reason is past care,                                          |Now reason is past caring, now I am past cure,                                 |  |And frantic-mad with   perpetually unrest;                                              |And I am frantic with continual unrest.                                           |  |My  suppositions and my   hasheesh out as madmens are,                                  |My thoughts and my words are like a madmans,                                  |  |At random from the truth vainly expressd;                                       |Lies foolishly  verbalise;                                                                      |  |For I have sworn thee fair an!   d thought thee bright,                         |For I thought you were moral and bright (shining as a star),            |  |Who art as black as  hellhole, as  aphotic as night.                                     | alone you really are black as hell and dark as night.                         |    Analysis     Shakespeares scathing attack upon the  morals of his mistress...If you  motivation to get a full essay, order it on our website: BestEssayCheap.com
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