English Poetry I: From Chaucer to Gray.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 120. Sixty-sixth Sonnet |
| | | William Shakespeare (1564–1616) |
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| 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 gilded honour shamefully misplaced, | 5 |
| 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, | 10 |
| 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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