And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.


Sonnet 130


And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.