letra de sonnet 111 - the marlowe society
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o, for my sake do you with fortune chide
the guilty goddess of my harmful deeds
that did not better for my life provide
than public means which public manners breeds
thence comes it that my name receives a brand
and almost thence my nature is subdu’d
to what it works in, like the dyer’s hand:
pity me then and wish i were renew’d;
whilst, like a willing patient, i will drink
potions of eisel ’gainst my strong infection;
no bitterness that i will bitter think
nor double penance, to correct corrеction
pity me then, dear friеnd, and i assure ye
even that your pity is enough to cure me
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