William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Sonnet Cxii - Poem by William Shakespeare

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.

Comments about Sonnet Cxii by William Shakespeare

  • Fabrizio Frosini (1/6/2016 1:11:00 PM)

    The request which the poet had made for his friend's pity is supposed to have been complied with. Satisfied in this respect, he strongly asserts that he cares nothing what others may think or say concerning him. (Report) Reply

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  • (9/16/2015 11:21:00 PM)

    ............a most interesting write ★ (Report) Reply

  • Brian Jani (4/26/2014 9:31:00 AM)

    Awesome I like this poem, check mine out (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 18, 2001

Poem Edited: Friday, May 18, 2001

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