Sonnet #112

Sonnet #112

CXII.br /br /Your love and pity doth the impression fillbr /Which vulgar scandal stamp'd upon my brow;br /For what care I who calls me well or ill,br /So you o'er-green my bad, my good allow?br /You are my all the world, and I must strivebr /To know my shames and praises from your tongue:br /None else to me, nor I to none alive,br /That my steel'd sense or changes right or wrong.br /In so profound abysm I throw all carebr /Of others' voices, that my adder's sensebr /To critic and to flatterer stopped are.br /Mark how with my neglect I do dispense:br /You are so strongly in my purpose bredbr /That all the world besides methinks are dead.

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