William Shakespeare(1564–1616)

Sonnet 35

No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:

Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud,

Clouds and eclipses stain 0 both moon and sun,dim; defile

And loathsome canker 0 lives in sweetest bud.rose worm

All men make faults, and even I in this,

Authorizing 0 thy trespass with compare,justifying

Myself corrupting salving thy amiss,3

Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are:

For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense 0 —reason

Thy adverse party is 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 sourly robs from me.