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Sonnet 66

Capo 2


C                                      Em
Tired with all of these for death I cry
Am                             F
As to behold a desert born
A need for nothing burns in my eye
My purest faith is now forsworn

F                                   C
And all my honor was misplaced
F                               C
All my virtues lost in fables
F                               C
My perfection was disgrace
Em                                      F
And my strengths became disabled

I was tongue tied in your presence
And Folly became my only skill
Your strength became my guiding weakness
Your Captive Good, my Captain Ill

Tired with all of these I would be gone
But if I die, then you’re alone
Tired with all of these I would be gone
But if I die, then you’re alone