William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Sonnet Cli - Poem by William Shakespeare

Love is too young to know what conscience is;
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
My nobler part to my gross body's treason;
My soul doth tell my body that he may
Triumph in love; flesh stays no father reason;
But, rising at thy name, doth point out thee
As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,
He is contented thy poor drudge to be,
To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.
No want of conscience hold it that I call
Her 'love' for whose dear love I rise and fall.


Comments about Sonnet Cli by William Shakespeare

  • Fabrizio Frosini (11/7/2015 10:34:00 AM)


    A consciousness of where fault lies is apt to follow after love. There was danger, therefore, lest the poet's mistress should be incriminated as the cause of his bringing the nobler part of his nature under the dominion of his fleshly lusts. He asks, therefore, that the question as to the morality of his conduct shall not be raised. (Report) Reply

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  • Brian Jani (4/26/2014 9:19:00 AM)


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

  • (1/4/2014 2:25:00 PM)


    ............a very intimate write...one of the poet's very best.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 18, 2001

Poem Edited: Friday, May 18, 2001


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