Love is my sin and they dear virtue hate...
Sonnet 142Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate,
Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving: O, but with mine compare thou thine own state, And thou shalt find it merits not reproving; Or, if it do, not from those lips of thine, That have profaned their scarlet ornaments And seal'd false bonds of love as oft as mine, Robb'd others' beds' revenues of their rents. Be it lawful I love thee, as thou lovest those Whom thine eyes woo as mine importune thee: Root pity in thy heart, that when it grows Thy pity may deserve to pitied be. If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, By self-example mayst thou be denied! |
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I sin
in loving you, and you make a virtue of hating, because you hate my sinful
loving.
You’re not in a much better position than me, though. You’ve lied to lovers as often as I have and made them commit adultery with you.
In that case, countenance my chasing you just as you chase others. If you pity me, they’ll give in to you in return. If you don’t, Karma might come back at you with the pay-back of no-one paying you attention!
You’re not in a much better position than me, though. You’ve lied to lovers as often as I have and made them commit adultery with you.
In that case, countenance my chasing you just as you chase others. If you pity me, they’ll give in to you in return. If you don’t, Karma might come back at you with the pay-back of no-one paying you attention!