Sonnet 112

Your love and pity doth the impression fillWhich 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? 4You are my all-the-world, and I must striveTo 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. 8In so profound abysm I throw all careOf other's voices, that my adder's senseTo critic and to flatterer stopped are.Mark how with my neglect I do dispense: 12You are so strongly in my purpose bred,That all the world besides methinks are dead.

1 impression: mark, brand4 o'er-green: cover as by a vine or grassallow: approve7, 8 Cf. n.10, 11 Cf. n.12 with . . . dispense: I am indifferent to neglect (by others)13 in my purpose bred: engrafted in my life14 besides: except you