Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness; <br />Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport; <br />Both grace and faults are lov'd of more and less: <br />Thou mak'st faults graces that to thee resort. <br />As on the finger of a throned queen <br />The basest jewel will be well esteem'd, <br />So are those errors that in thee are seen <br />To truths translated, and for true things deem'd. <br />How many lambs might the stern wolf betray, <br />If like a lamb he could his looks translate! <br />How many gazers mightst thou lead away, <br />If thou wouldst use the strength of all thy state! <br />But do not so; I love thee in such sort, <br />As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-96-some-say-thy-fault-is-youth-some-wantonness/
