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