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