Poetry & Verse
Sonnet 66: Tired with all these, for restful death I cry
By William ShakespeareSource: William Shakespeare - PoetryDB (Public Domain)Short78 words
Tired 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...
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Tired 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,
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