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CXII



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.

 	--William Shakespeare

Architecture is inhabited sculpture.
Constantin Brancusi

LXX



That thou art blam\'d shall not be thy defect,

For slander\'s mark was ever yet the fair;

The ornament of beauty is suspect,

A crow that flies in heaven\'s sweetest air.

So thou be good, slander doth but approve

Thy worth the greater being woo\'d of time;

For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love,

And thou present\'st a pure unstained prime.

Thou hast passed by the ambush of young days

Either not assail\'d, or victor being charg\'d;

Yet this thy praise cannot be so thy praise,

To tie up envy, evermore enlarg\'d,

  If some suspect of ill mask\'d not thy show,

  Then thou alone kingdoms of hearts shouldst owe.

 	--William Shakespeare