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Sonnet 66

        ,                ,           ,        ,        ,
      Tired with | all these,| for rest|ful death | I cry,
          ,       ,        ,       ,        ,
      As to | behold | desert | a beg|gar born,
            ,      ,         ,          ,     ,
      And need|y noth|ing trimmed | in jol|lity,
           ,        ,        ,     ,        ,
      And pur|est faith | unhap|pily | forsworn,
           ,       ,       ,      ,          ,
      And gil|ded hon|or shame|fully | misplaced,
           ,       ,        ,       ,      ,
      And mai|den vir|tue rude|ly strum|peted,
            ,         ,         ,       ,         ,
      And right | perfec|tion wrong|fully | disgraced,
              ,          ,         ,       ,    ,
      And strength | by limp|ing sway | disa|bled,
           ,      T     T     T      2    ,    ,
      And art | made tongue-tied | by author|ity,
           ,       ,        ,         ,         ,
      And fol|ly (doc|tor-like)| control|ling skill
           ,        ,           ,          ,    ,
      And sim|ple truth | miscalled | simplic|ity,
           ,         ,       ,        ,        ,
      And cap|tive good | atten|ding cap|tain ill.
        ,           T     T     T      ,        2         ,
      Tired with | all these, from | these would I | be gone;
        T    T   .  T        ,          ,       ,
      Save that to die,| I leave | my love | alone.

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