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Sonet 66, William Shakespeare

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, And gilded honor shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disablèd, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill, And simple truth miscalled simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill.

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Sonet 66, William Shakespeare

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, And gilded honor shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disablèd, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill, And simple truth miscalled simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill.

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Sonet 66!

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,! And gilded honor shamefully misplaced,! And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,! And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,! And strength by limping sway disabld,! And art made tongue-tied by authority,! And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill,! And simple truth miscalled simplicity,! And captive good attending captain ill.! !!Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,! !!Save that to die, I leave my love alone.!

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I am so sick of these things, I wish I would die. For instance, people who are worth something cant succeed because they were born poor, And worthless people are covered in beautiful attires, And one whose heart is pure is unluckily betrayed, And high-ranking jobs are given to the unworthy people, And an innocent virgin is forced to become a whore, And true perfection has become a disgrace and is belittled, And the ones who have the strength to chose the right course of action are influenced by corrupt voices, And art and skill are censored by authority, And teachers are controlling in a cold, doctorly manner, And the simple, unabridged truth is mistaken for stupidity, And the good is the evil captains slave.

I am so sick with all of this, I wish I could just escape it all, But if I die, I leave my love defenseless.

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