William Shakespeare - Playwright - Poem's and Sonnet's | Sonnet 112: Your Love And Pity Doth Th' Impression Fill

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Sonnet 112:

Your Love And Pity Doth Th' Impression Fill

Your love and pity doth th' impression fill

Which vulgar scandal stamped 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 steeled 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 flatt'rer stopped are.

Mark how with my neglect I do dispense:

You are so strongly in my purpose bred

That all the world besides methinks y'are dead.

Sonnet 112: Translation to modern English

Your love and pity compensate for the gossip that's branded me because what do I care about being called either good or bad as long as you ignore the bad things about me and acknowledge the things that are good? You're all the world to me and I have to try and work out what's good or bad about myself from the things you say. No – one else matters to me and I don't matter to anyone alive so it's entirely your opinion that determines what's right or wrong. I have such a profound contempt for what others say that my sharp senses are cut off from both criticism and flattery. Notice how I don't care that the world neglects me. You mean so much to me that everyone, apart from me, thinks you're dead.

Modern English Translation from: No Sweat Shakespeare

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