SHAKESPEARE'S SONNET

SHAKESPEARE

Sonnet 35:

No more be grieved at which thou hast done:

Roses have thorns,

And silver fountains mud:

Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,

And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bu.

All men make faults,

And even I in this,

Authorizing thy trespass with compare,

Myself corrupting,

Salving thy amiss,

Excusing thy sins more then thy sins are:

For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense - -

Thy adverse party is advocate - -

And ‘giants myself a lawful plea commence:

Such civil war is in my love and hate

That I an necessary needs must be

To that sweet thief which sourly robs for me.