How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame...
Sonnet 95How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose, Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name! O, in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose! That tongue that tells the story of thy days, Making lascivious comments on thy sport, Cannot dispraise but in a kind of praise; Naming thy name blesses an ill report. O, what a mansion have those vices got Which for their habitation chose out thee, Where beauty's veil doth cover every blot, And all things turn to fair that eyes can see! Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege; The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge. |
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You make the shame that’s smearing your young reputation look as sweet as the outside of a rotten canker rose. You hide your sins in such a beautiful case! Even those that talk in lewd terms about your exploits can’t help but do it in a sort of admiration: just naming you elevates any conversation at all. What a home those vices have found in you, where everything bad is covered in a beautiful veil, and no one sees anything but loveliness!
Be careful, my dear, of this privileged position: even the sharpest knife will become blunt if you mistreat it.