Sonnet 121
'Tis better to be vile than vile
esteem'd
«William Shakespeare»
'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed,
When not to be,
receives reproach of being,
And the just pleasure
lost, which is so deemed,
Not by our feeling,
but by others' seeing.
For why should
others' false adulterate eyes
Give salutation to my
sportive blood?
Or on my frailties
why are frailer spies,
Which in their wills
count bad what I think good?
No, I am that I am,
and they that level
At my abuses, reckon
up their own,
I may be straight
though they themselves be bevel;
By their rank
thoughts, my deeds must not be shown
Unless this general
evil they maintain,
All men are bad and
in their badness reign.
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