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shakespeare-sonnets_112		shakespeare-sonnets_112			.txt	text/plain	125	13	98	CXII. Your love and pity doth the impression fill, 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'ergreen my bad, my good allow? You are my alltheworld, 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.	./cache/shakespeare-sonnets_112.txt	./txt/shakespeare-sonnets_112.txt