Sonnet 66

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

3 needy nothing: empty vanitytrimm'd in jollity: decked in finery4 unhappily forsworn: unluckily frustrated5 misplac'd: bestowed amiss8 disabled: rendered helpless11 simplicity: folly14 to die: by dying