What needs perfection to ever demand, <br />From others and thyself such strict measures, <br />That could bring even saints to reprimand, <br />And cut gravely on most of life's pleasures; <br />What faults, impure, would make you a recluse, <br />For even steel has rust, and rot to waste, <br />Honey has grubs blended with nectar juice, <br />And cheese may have maggots all crushed to taste; <br />The purest gold needs be alloyed with tin, <br />And kingly courts did also have the clowns, <br />A deck of cards have hearts and knaves within, <br />Even this very soul have sins, it owns; <br />....These wits may stir many a learned mind, <br />....But so are slips, a joy for some to find.<br /><br />Reyvrex Questor Reyes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-sonnet-38-what-needs-perfection-to-ever-demand/
