Sonnet 66

Devouring Time

  1. 1 Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
  2. 2 As to behold desert a beggar born,
  3. 3 And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
  4. 4 And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
  5. 5 And gilded honour shamefully misplac'd,
  6. 6 And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
  7. 7 And right perfection wrongfully disgrac'd,
  8. 8 And strength by limping sway disabled
  9. 9 And art made tongue-tied by authority,
  10. 10 And folly—doctor-like—controlling skill,
  11. 11 And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
  12. 12 And captive good attending captain ill:
  13. 13 Tir'd with all these, from these would I be gone,
  14. 14 Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.