That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect...
Sonnet 70That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,
For slander's mark was ever yet the fair; The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air. So thou be good, slander doth but approve Thy worth the greater, being woo'd of time; For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love, And thou present'st a pure unstained prime. Thou hast pass'd by the ambush of young days, Either not assail'd or victor being charged; Yet this thy praise cannot be so thy praise, To tie up envy evermore enlarged: If some suspect of ill mask'd not thy show, Then thou alone kingdoms of hearts shouldst owe. |
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(Continuing on theme of last four sonnets)
It won’t be held against you that people say bad things about you, because beauty’s always dogged by suspicion, just as crows blot the blue sky. It just shows you’re worth the attention. The canker worm always goes for the most beautiful flower to eat, and that’s you, for sure. You escaped in your younger days, either because no-one tempted you or because you resisted – still, this fact won’t keep people from gossiping anyway because they’re invariably going to be envious. If you didn’t have some supposed drawbacks, the whole world would fall at your feet.
It won’t be held against you that people say bad things about you, because beauty’s always dogged by suspicion, just as crows blot the blue sky. It just shows you’re worth the attention. The canker worm always goes for the most beautiful flower to eat, and that’s you, for sure. You escaped in your younger days, either because no-one tempted you or because you resisted – still, this fact won’t keep people from gossiping anyway because they’re invariably going to be envious. If you didn’t have some supposed drawbacks, the whole world would fall at your feet.