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Sonnet LXVI: Tir'd with all these, for Restful Death

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

Notes

3] needy nothing: i.e., the undeserving. Back to Line
4] unhappily: evilly. Back to Line
8] strength ... disabled: strength of character crushed by incompetent authority; or possibly, but less likely: a man strong in body or mind overcome by drunkenness.
disabled is pronounced as four syllables: disabeled. Back to Line
10] doctor: learned person. Back to Line
11] simplicity: folly. Back to Line
14] to die: by dying. Back to Line