William Shakespeare "Sonnet 95" lyrics

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Sonnet 95

How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shameWhich, 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 gotWhich for their habitation chose out thee,Where beauty's veil doth cover every blotAnd all things turns 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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