XXXV.

No more be griev’d at that 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 bud.

All men make faults, and even I in this,

Authorising thy trespass with compare,

Myself corrupting, solving thy amiss,

Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are:

Fore the thy sensual fault I bring in sense,

(Thy adverse partty us thy advocate, )

And ‘ gainst myself a lawful plea commence:

Such civil war is in my love and hate,

That I an accessary needs must be

To that sweet thief which sorly robs from me.I

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Complete Sonnets

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