No more be griev’d at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud,
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I in this,
Authorising thy trespass with compare,
Myself corrupting, solving thy amiss,
Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are:
Fore the thy sensual fault I bring in sense,
(Thy adverse partty us thy advocate, )
And ‘ gainst myself a lawful plea commence:
Such civil war is in my love and hate,
That I an accessary needs must be
To that sweet thief which sorly robs from me.I
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Complete Sonnets
Schloss vor Husum
Watercolour on paper ARCHES 300g
Atelier Diankov 
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