Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, <br /> And make me travel forth without my cloak, <br /> To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, <br /> Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke? <br /> 'Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break, <br /> To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face, <br /> For no man well of such a salve can speak <br /> That heals the wound and cures not the disgrace: <br /> Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief; <br /> Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss: <br /> The offender's sorrow lends but weak relief <br /> To him that bears the strong offence's cross. <br /> Ah! but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds, <br /> And they are rich and ransom all ill deeds.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxxiv/
