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Sonnet 121: 'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd
'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
When not to be receives reproach of being;
And the just pleasure lost, which is so deem'd
Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing:
For why should others' false adulterate eyes
Give salutation to my sportive blood?
Or on my frailties why are frailer spies,
Which in their wills count bad what I think good?
No, I am that I am, and they that level
At my abuses reckon up their own:
I may be straight though they themselves be bevel;
By their rank thoughts, my deeds must not be shown;
Unless this general evil they maintain,
All men are bad and in their badness reign.
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“Sonnet 121: 'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd” by William Shakespeare — quilloak.com/poems/sonnet-121
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- Poem
- Sonnet 121: 'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd
- Poet
- William Shakespeare
- Length
- 14 lines
- Form
- Sonnet
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- 14 lines · one 14-line stanza
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- Lines run 10-12 syllables (median 11). No single length dominates, which is normal once elision and contraction are in play.
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- Author record
- William Shakespeare1564–1616
- Source record
- PoetryDBSonnet 121: 'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd by william-shakespeare, PoetryDB transcription
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