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SON. 66
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, —
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimmM in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And gilded honour shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill,
And simple truth miscall’d simplicity,
And captive Good attending captain 111:
— Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,
Save that, to die, I leave my Love alone.
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