William Shakespeare
Sonnet 112
Your love and pity doth the impression fill ; Which vulgar scandal stamp'd 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 strive : To know my shames and praises from your tongue None else to me, nor I to none alive, That my steel'd sense or changes right or wrong. In so profound abysm I throw all care Of others' voices, that my adder's sense To 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 are dead. |