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William Shakespeare, 1564-1616 [1640], Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent (Printed... by Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson [etc.], London) [word count] [S11600].
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A complaint. [Sonnet CXI / Sonnet CXII]
O for my sake doe you wish fortune chide,
The guiltie goddesse of my harmelesse deeds,
That did not better for my life provide,
Then publick meanes which publicke manners breeds.
Thence comes it that my name receives a brand,
And almost thence my nature is subdu'd
To what it workes in, like the Dyers hand,
Pitty me then, and wish I were renu'de,
Whilst like a willing patient I will drinke,
Potions of Eysell gainst my strong infection,
No bitternesse that I will bitter thinke,
Nor double pennance to correct correction.
  Pittie me then deare friend, and I assure yee,
  Even that your pittie is enough to cure me.
Your love and pittie doth th'impression fill,
Which vulgar scandall stampt upon my brow,
For what care I who calls me well or ill,
So you ore-greene my bad, my good alow?

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You are my All the world, and I must strive,
To know my shames and prayses from your tongue,
None else to me, nor I to none alive,
That my steel'd sence or changes right or wrong,
In so profound Abisme I throw all care
Of others voyces, that my Adders sence,
To cryttick and to flatterer stopped are:
Marke how with my neglect I doe dispence.
  You are so strongly in my purpose bred,
  That all the world besides me thinkes y'are dead.
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William Shakespeare, 1564-1616 [1640], Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent (Printed... by Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson [etc.], London) [word count] [S11600].
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