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William Shakespeare, Sonnet lxvi

Tir'd with all these, for restful death I cry, --
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
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And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And gilded honour shamefully misplac'd,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgrac'd,
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And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly (doctor-like) controlling skill
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, [*]
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And captive good attending captain ill:
Tir'd with all these, from these would I be gone,
Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.

Notes

line 11: Simplicity is here used for folly. [ Back to text ]

Most notes to Shakespeare's sonnets are from Charles Knight's edition, but those in square brackets are mine.