William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Sonnet 70: That Thou Art Blamed Shall Not Be Thy Defect - Poem by William Shakespeare

That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,
For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;
The ornament of beauty is suspect,
A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
So thou be good, slander doth but approve
Thy worth the greater being wooed of time,
For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love,
And thou present'st a pure unstainèd prime.
Thou hast passed by the ambush of young days,
Either not assailed, or victor being charged;
Yet this thy praise cannot be so thy praise,
To tie up envy, evermore enlarged.
If some suspect of ill masked not thy show,
Then thou alone kingdoms of hearts shouldst owe.


Comments about Sonnet 70: That Thou Art Blamed Shall Not Be Thy Defect by William Shakespeare

  • Indira Renganathan (11/28/2016 8:41:00 AM)


    Indeed a good advice on being slandered...in which play this sonnet is sung I don't know...but it sounds good to me...great (Report) Reply

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  • Brian Jani (4/26/2014 8:13:00 AM)


    Awesome I like this poem, check mine out (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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