THE COSMO MAGAZINENovember 13, 2026
Art & Literature · Poetry

SONNET 66

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By: William Shakespeare

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,

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