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shakespeare-sonnets_147		shakespeare-sonnets_147			.txt	text/plain	117	10	90	CXLVII. My love is as a fever longing still, My love is as a fever longing still, For that which longer nurseth the disease; Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, The uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Desire is death, which physic did except. Past cure I am, now Reason is past care, And franticmad with evermore unrest; My thoughts and my discourse as madmen 's are, At random from the truth vainly express'd; For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.	./cache/shakespeare-sonnets_147.txt	./txt/shakespeare-sonnets_147.txt