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William Shakespeare Sonnets 121

William Shakespeare Sonnets



    William Shakespeare Sonnets 121

    'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed,
    When not to be, receives reproach of being,
    And the just pleasure lost, which is so deemed,
    Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing.
    For why should others' false adulterate eyes
    Give salutation to my sportive blood?
    Or on my frailties why are frailer spies,
    Which in their wills count bad what I think good?
    No, I am that I am, and they that level
    At my abuses, reckon up their own,
    I may be straight though they themselves be bevel;
    By their rank thoughts, my deeds must not be shown
        Unless this general evil they maintain,
        All men are bad and in their badness reign.

    1609





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