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