Sonnet 111: O! for my sake do you with Fortune chide

O! for my sake do you with 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 renewed; Whilst, like a willing patient, I will drink Potions of eisell 'gainst my strong infection; No bitterness that I will bitter think, Nor double penance, to correct...