Sonnet 111: O! for my sake do you with Fortune chide

1O! for my sake do you with Fortune chide,

2The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds,

3That did not better for my life provide

4Than public means which public manners breeds.

5Thence comes it that my name receives a brand,

6And almost thence my nature is subdu'd

7To what it works in, like the dyer's hand:

8Pity me, then, and wish I were renew'd;

9Whilst, like a willing patient, I will drink,

10Potions of eisel 'gainst my strong infection;

11No bitterness that I will bitter think,

12Nor double penance, to correct correction.

13 Pity me then, dear friend, and I assure ye,

14 Even that your pity is enough to cure me.