Sonnet 95
How sweet and lovely dost thou make
the shame
«William Shakespeare»
How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame,
Which like a canker
in the fragrant rose,
Doth spot the beauty
of thy budding name!
O in what sweets dost
thou thy sins enclose!
That tongue that
tells the story of thy days,
(Making lascivious
comments on thy sport)
Cannot dispraise, but
in a kind of praise,
Naming thy name,
blesses an ill report.
O what a mansion have
those vices got,
Which for their
habitation chose out thee,
Where beauty's veil
doth cover every blot,
And all things turns
to fair, that eyes can see!
Take heed (dear
heart) of this large privilege,
The hardest knife ill-used
doth lose his edge.
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