Your love and pity doth the impression fill...
Sonnet 112Your 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. Buy and Download...Click HERE
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Your love and pity is like polyfilla on the indents that gossip has made on my reputation: what do I care who thinks what of me as long as you forgive me and remember my good parts? You’re everything to me, so I take all my praise and shame from you:
no-one else matters. Everyone else, together with their good or bad opinion, can go to hell. They can all just drop dead, I only care about what you think.