Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, <br />Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving, <br />O, but with mine, compare thou thine own state, <br />And thou shalt find it merits not reproving, <br />Or if it do, not from those lips of thine <br />That have profaned their scarlet ornaments <br />And sealed false bonds of love as oft as mine, <br />Robbed others' beds' revenues of their rents. <br />Be it lawful I love thee as thou lov'st those <br />Whom thine eyes woo as mine importune thee. <br />Root pity in thy heart, that when it grows <br />Thy pity may deserve to pitied be. <br /> If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, <br /> By self-example mayst thou be denied!<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-142-love-is-my-sin-and-thy-dear-virtue-ha/
