Analysis of Sonnet 66: Tired with all these, for restful death I cry
William Shakespeare 1564 (Stratford-upon-Avon) – 1616 (Stratford-upon-Avon)
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimmed in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And gilded honour shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disablèd
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly doctor-like controlling skill,
And simple truth miscalled simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill.
Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,
Save that to die, I leave my love alone.
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Metre | 10111110111 1101100101 01010101 010101001 0101101 01010101 0101010001 01110111 0111110100 0101010101 010110100 0101010101 10111111111 1111111101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 568 |
Words | 91 |
Sentences | 3 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 33 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 457 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 89 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on May 01, 2023
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