Sonnet 112: Your love and pity doth th' impression fill
Your love and pity doth th' impression fill
Which vulgar scandal stamped upon my brow;
For what care I who calls me well or ill,
So you o'ergreen my bad, my good allow?
Which vulgar scandal stamped upon my brow;
For what care I who calls me well or ill,
So you o'ergreen 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 steeled 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 stoppèd 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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Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 119: What potions have I drunk of Siren tears | 0 | 4.565 | 07/12/2011 - 02:12 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 118: Like as to make our appetite more keen | 0 | 4.092 | 07/12/2011 - 02:09 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 116: Let me not to the marriage of true minds | 0 | 4.366 | 07/12/2011 - 02:07 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 115: Those lines that I before have writ do lie | 0 | 4.454 | 07/12/2011 - 02:06 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 114: Or whether doth my mind, being crowned with you | 0 | 4.537 | 07/12/2011 - 02:05 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 113: Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind | 0 | 4.034 | 07/12/2011 - 02:04 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 112: Your love and pity doth th' impression fill | 0 | 4.128 | 07/12/2011 - 02:02 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 111: O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide | 0 | 3.858 | 07/12/2011 - 02:01 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 110: Alas, 'tis true, I have gone here and there | 0 | 4.545 | 07/12/2011 - 01:59 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 11: As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st | 0 | 4.766 | 07/12/2011 - 01:58 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 109: O, never say that I was false of heart | 0 | 5.230 | 07/12/2011 - 01:57 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 108: What's in the brain that ink may character | 0 | 4.273 | 07/12/2011 - 01:57 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 107: Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul | 0 | 4.301 | 07/12/2011 - 01:56 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 106: When in the chronicle of wasted time | 0 | 4.513 | 07/12/2011 - 01:54 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 105: Let not my love be called idolatry | 0 | 4.972 | 07/12/2011 - 01:53 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 104: To me, fair friend, you never can be old | 0 | 4.799 | 07/12/2011 - 01:53 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 103: Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth | 0 | 4.633 | 07/12/2011 - 01:52 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 102: My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming | 0 | 3.908 | 07/12/2011 - 01:50 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 101: O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends | 0 | 4.677 | 07/12/2011 - 01:43 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/General | Sonnet 100: Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long | 0 | 4.648 | 07/12/2011 - 01:42 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 10: For shame, deny that thou bear'st love to any | 0 | 4.361 | 07/12/2011 - 01:40 | English | |
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