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SONNET NO. 111

 

0 never say that I was false of heart,
0, for my sake, do you wish!  Fortune chide!
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 renew'd,
Whilst like a willing patient I will drink
Potions of eisel against 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.

 


  Note the repetition of the following, we find-my harmful

deeds, my life, my name, my sake, my nature, pity me then, pity
me then, pity (see 109 and 112).
  It is clear that Will Shakspere did not write this sonnet
because the man who wrote it tells us that his name had received a brand (branded with dishonour) and Shakspere's name never received a brand of any kind.   It is not easy to see to whom this sonnet is addressed.  Who is the dear friend from whom the poet asks for pity?  Bacon wrote " To God, the giver and architect of forms, and to the angels and higher intelligences who have affirmative knowledge." " Dear friend" would seem to refer to some spirit on a higher plane and not to anyone on this earth.
   "Eisel" was a bitter medicinal vinegar taken internally to
counteract and cure infection.

 

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