Sonnet 112

Lyrics
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
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Credits
- Writers
- William Shakespeare