Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.
I. The Poet Laments to a Friend His Profession as an ActorWilliam Shakespeare (1564–1616)
O,
The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds,
That did not better for my life provide
Than public means, which public manners breeds.
Thence comes it that my name receives a brand,
And almost thence my nature is subdued
To what it works in, like the dyer’s hand.
Pity me then, and wish I were renewed;
Whilst, like a willing patient, I will drink
Potions of eysell ’gainst my strong infection:
No bitterness that I will bitter think,
Nor double penance, to correct correction.
Pity me then, dear friend, and I assure ye,
Even that your pity is enough to cure me.