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Sonet 66 (Tired With All These, for Restful Death I Cry)‎

William Shakespeare
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SONET 66 (TIRED WITH ALL THESE, FOR RESTFUL DEATH I CRY)66
  
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,TYr'd with all theſe for reſtfull death I cry,
As, to behold desert a beggar born,As to behold deſert a begger borne,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,And needie Nothing trimd in iollitie,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,And pureſt faith vnhappily forſworne,
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced,And gilded honor ſhamefully miplaſt,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,And maiden vertue rudely ſtrumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,And right perfection wrongfully diſgrac'd,
And strength by limping sway disabled,And ſtrength by limping ſway diſabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,And arte made tung-tide by authoritie,
And folly doctor-like controlling skill,And Folly (Doctor-like) controuling skill,
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,And ſimple-Truth miſcalde Simplicitie,
And captive good attending captain ill:And captiue-good attending Captaine ill.
Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,Tyr'd with all theſe,from theſe would I be gone;
Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.Saue that to dye, I leaue my loue alone.


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