William Shakespeare Death Poems

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Sonnet 66: Tired With All These, For Restful Death I Cry

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimmed in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
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