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  • Title: The Sonnets (Modern)
  • Editor: Michael Best

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Michael Best
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    The Sonnets (Modern)

    They that have power to hurt, and will do none,
    That do not do the thing they most do show,
    Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
    Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow:
    1400They rightly do inherit heaven's graces,
    And husband nature's riches from expense;
    They are the lords and owners of their faces,
    Others, but stewards of their excellence.
    The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
    1405Though to itself it only live and die,
    But if that flower with base infection meet,
    The basest weed outbraves his dignity:
    For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
    Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
    How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
    Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose,
    Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name!
    Oh, in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose!
    1415That 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.
    Oh, what a mansion have those vices got,
    1420Which for their habitation chose out thee,
    Where beauty's veil doth cover every blot,
    And 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.
    Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness;
    Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport;
    Both grace and faults are loved of more and less;
    Thou mak'st faults graces, that to thee resort:
    1430As on the finger of a thronèd queen
    The basest jewel will be well esteemed,
    So are those errors that in thee are seen
    To truths translated, and for true things deemed.
    How many lambs might the stern wolf betray
    1435If like a lamb he could his looks translate!
    How many gazers mightst thou lead away
    If thou wouldst use the strength of all thy state!
    But do not so; I love thee in such sort,
    As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report.