Sonnet 66

[marycatelli]

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd 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.

William Shakespeare

Comments

[eric-hinkle.livejournal.com]

Odd question, but if you had to choose between suggesting that someone read the Sonnets or Shakespeare's poems first, which would you choose? We have some fine collections of both at a local library that I recently found, and I'm wondering which to go with.

[marycatelli]

hmm. . . I think Sonnets. My personal favorite is "The Phoenix and the Turtle" (meaning Turtledove BTW), but that's only one of his long poems.