[COLOR=red]В.ШЕКСПИР, Сонет 66
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
- As to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And gilded honour shamefully misplac'd,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection w...