Shakespeare, Sonnet 66

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Shakespeare, Sonnet 66

Duration: 80 min
Premier: 2017-01-11 (5 years ago)
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, 
As, to behold desert a beggar born, 
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, 
And purest faith unhappily forsworn, 
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced, 
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, 
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
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, 
And captive good attending captain ill: 
     Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,
     Save that, to die, I leave my love alone. 


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