Were 't aught to me I bore the canopy, <br /> With my extern the outward honouring, <br /> Or laid great bases for eternity, <br /> Which prove more short than waste or ruining? <br /> Have I not seen dwellers on form and favour <br /> Lose all, and more, by paying too much rent, <br /> For compound sweet forgoing simple savour, <br /> Pitiful thrivers, in their gazing spent? <br /> No, let me be obsequious in thy heart, <br /> And take thou my oblation, poor but free, <br /> Which is not mix'd with seconds, knows no art, <br /> But mutual render, only me for thee. <br /> Hence, thou suborn'd informer! a true soul <br /> When most impeach'd stands least in thy control.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-cxxv/
