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 brav'ry 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 />Th' 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-34-why-didst-thou-promise-such-a-beauteous-day/
