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Your love and pity doth the impression fill,
Which 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?
You are my all-the-world, and I must strive
To 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.
In so profound abysm I throw all care
Of others' voices, that my adder's sense
To critic and to flatterer stopped are.
Mark how with my neglect I do dispense:
You are so strongly in my purpose bred,
That all the world besides methinks are dead.
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Text Authorship:
- by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), no title, appears in Sonnets, no. 112 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Richard Simpson (1820 - 1876), "Sonnet CXII", 1864-6 [ medium voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (François-Victor Hugo) , no title, appears in Sonnets de Shakespeare, no. 112, first published 1857
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , copyright © 2025, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2010-08-12
Line count: 14
Word count: 114
L’amore tuo e la pietà cancellano quel marchio che, con pubblico scandalo, ho in fronte stampato perché cosa mi importa di chi mi chiama buono o cattivo se tu rigeneri il mio brutto e il mio bene hai apprezzato? Tu sei tutto il mio mondo e io debbo fare ogni sforzo per capire i miei pregi e le vergogne solo dal tuo dire, nessun altro per me esiste né per nessun altro vivo, che possa mutare in male o in bene il mio duro sentire. In questo profondo abisso getto ogni mia attenzione ai giudizi degli altri, come l’udito del serpente che è sordo alle voci di critica o di adulazione. E ti spiego perché trascuro il parere della gente: Tu sei nella mia mente infisso così forte, Che le altre cose del mondo sono, per ogni mio senso, morte.
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Based on:
- a text in English by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), no title, appears in Sonnets, no. 112
This text was added to the website: 2025-07-16
Line count: 14
Word count: 140