William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Sonnet 121:Tis Better To Be Vile Than Vile Esteemed - Poem by William Shakespeare

'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.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 30, 2010



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