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Sonnet 121: 'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd
1'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
2When not to be receives reproach of being;
3And the just pleasure lost, which is so deem'd
4Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing:
5For why should others' false adulterate eyes
6Give salutation to my sportive blood?
7Or on my frailties why are frailer spies,
8Which in their wills count bad what I think good?
9No, I am that I am, and they that level
10At my abuses reckon up their own:
11I may be straight though they themselves be bevel;
12By their rank thoughts, my deeds must not be shown;
13 Unless this general evil they maintain,
14 All men are bad and in their badness reign.
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- Sonnet 121: 'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd
- Poet
- William Shakespeare
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- 14 lines
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- William Shakespeare1564–1616
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- PoetryDBSonnet 121: 'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd by william-shakespeare, PoetryDB transcription
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