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William Shakespeare, Sonnet cxxi

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
When not to be receives reproach of being,
And the just pleasure lost, which is so deem'd
Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing.
For why should others' false adulterate eyes
Give saturation to my sportive blood?
Or on my frailties why are frailer spies,
Which in their wills count bad what I think good?
No. -- I am that I am; and they that level
At my abuses, reckon up their own:
I may be straight, though they themselves be bevel; [*]
By their rank thoughts my deeds must not be shown;
Unless this general evil they maintain, --
All men are bad, and in their badness reign.


line 11: Bevel -- bent in an angle. [ Back to text ]

Most notes to Shakespeare's sonnets are from Charles Knight's edition, but those in square brackets are mine.