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