Shakespeare's Sonnets: 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 provideThan public means which public manners breeds.Thence comes it that my name receives a brandAnd almost thence my nature is subdu'dTo what it works in, like the dyer's hand.Pity me then and wish I were renew'd,Whil'st like a willing patient I will drinkPotions of eisell 'gainst my strong infection,No bitterness that I will bitter think,Nor double penance to correct correction. Pity me then, dear friend, and I assure ye Ev'n that your pity is enough to cure me.