Shakespeare's Sonnets (1923) Yale/Text/Sonnet 66
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Tir'd with all these, for restful death I cry
As to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn, 4
And gilded honour shamefully misplac'd,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgrac'd,
And strength by limping sway disabled, 8
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly—doctor-like—controlling skill,
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill: 12
Tir'd with all these, from these would I be gone,
Save that to die, I leave my love alone.
3 needy nothing: empty vanity
trimm'd in jollity: decked in finery
4 unhappily forsworn: unluckily frustrated
5 misplac'd: bestowed amiss
8 disabled: rendered helpless
11 simplicity: folly
14 to die: by dying