William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Sonnet Cxi - Poem by William Shakespeare

O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide,
The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds,
That did not better for my life provide
Than public means which public manners breeds.
Thence comes it that my name receives a brand,
And almost thence my nature is subdued
To what it works in, like the dyer's hand:
Pity me then and wish I were renew'd;
Whilst, like a willing patient, I will drink
Potions of eisel 'gainst my strong infection
No bitterness that I will bitter think,
Nor double penance, to correct correction.
Pity me then, dear friend, and I assure ye
Even that your pity is enough to cure me.


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  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (4/26/2014 9:29:00 AM)

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  • Gold Star - 22,327 Points * Sunprincess * (3/15/2014 8:46:00 AM)

    Pity me then and wish I were renew'd;
    Whilst, like a willing patient, I will drink
    Potions of eisel 'gainst my strong infection
    No bitterness that I will bitter think,
    Nor double penance, to correct correction.
    Pity me then, dear friend, and I assure ye
    Even that your pity is enough to cure me. ~ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 18, 2001

Poem Edited: Friday, May 18, 2001


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