Sonnet LXVI, William Shakespeare

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Tired with all these for restful death I cry,
As to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimmed in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,

And gilded honour shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled

And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly (doctor-like) controlling skill,
And simple truth miscalled simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill.

Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,
Save that to die, I leave my love alone.


Türkçe çevirisi: LXVI. Sone / Can Yücel


Sonnet LXVI, William Shakespeare – Şiir
Kaynak: Shakespeare’s Sonnets, William Shakespeare, HighBridge
Gönderen: Samet Altun, (31.07.17, 03.36)


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