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Buon Compleanno William Shakespeare! LXVI. Sonnet Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmd 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 miscalld 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.
Posted on: Fri, 21 Mar 2014 10:33:52 +0000

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