Transport for LondonPoem for the day
'I shall say what inordinate love is'
I shall say what inordinate love is:
The furiosity and wodness of mind,
An instinguible burniong, faulting bliss,
A great hinger, insatiate to find,
A dulcet ill, an evil sweetness blind,
A right wonderful sugared sweet error,
Without labour rest, contrary to kind,
Or without quiet, to have huge labour.
The furiosity and wodness of mind,
An instinguible burniong, faulting bliss,
A great hinger, insatiate to find,
A dulcet ill, an evil sweetness blind,
A right wonderful sugared sweet error,
Without labour rest, contrary to kind,
Or without quiet, to have huge labour.
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