William Shakespeare "Sonnet 112" Songtext

Sonnet 112

Your love and pity doth the impression fill,Which vulgar scandal stamped upon my brow;For what care I who calls me well or ill,So you o'er-green my bad, my good allow?

You are my all-the-world, and I must striveTo know my shames and praises from your tongue;None else to me, nor I to none alive,That my steeled sense or changes right or wrong.

In so profound abysm I throw all careOf others' voices, that my adder's senseTo critic and to flatterer stopped are.Mark how with my neglect I do dispense:

You are so strongly in my purpose bred,That all the world besides methinks y'are dead.

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