Wednesday, November 11, 2020

Translation: LOLWUT

"My Love! thou mock'st my weakness; and would'st steel
My breast before the time when it must feel.
But trifle now no more with my distress,
Such mirth hath less of play than bitterness
"
 
Lord Byron - The Corsair


Ah, that verbose old-timey English writing. Gotta love it.

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