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   Sonnet 111

Read by Claire Marchionne
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One year in Shakespeare's Life in London

Charles Nicholl's The Lodger, Shakespeare on Silver Street: Was Shakespeare a Gentleman or merely a player?  Here he expresses bitterness at his ill starred profession.

O! for my sake do you with Fortune chide,
The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds,
That did not better for my life provide
Than public means which public manners breeds.
Thence comes it that my name receives a brand,
And almost thence my nature is subdu'd
To what it works in, like the dyer's hand:
Pity me, then, and wish I were renew'd;
Whilst, like a willing patient, I will drink,
Potions of eisel 'gainst my strong infection;
No bitterness that I will bitter think,
Nor double penance, to correct correction.
  Pity me then, dear friend, and I assure ye,
  Even that your pity is enough to cure me.

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