Your love and pity doth the impression fill,
Which vulgar scandal stamp'd upon my brow;
For what care I who calls me well or ill,
So you o'er-green my bad,my good allow?
You are my all-the-world,and I must strive
To know my shames and praises from your tongue;
None else to me,nor I to none alive,
That my steel'd sense or changes right or wrong.
In so profound abysm I throw all care
Of others 'voices,that my adder's sense
To critic and to flatterer stopped are.
Mark how with my neglect I do dispense:
You are so strongly in my purpose bred,
That all the world besides methinks are dead.
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