William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Sonnet Xcv - Poem by William Shakespeare

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!
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 got
Which for their habitation chose out thee,
Where beauty's veil doth cover every blot,
And all things turn to fair that eyes can see!
Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege;
The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge.


Comments about Sonnet Xcv by William Shakespeare

  • Brian Jani (4/26/2014 2:19:00 PM)


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

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  • (11/18/2013 9:41:00 PM)


    love his comparison...
    ~The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge.~
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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 21, 2001

Poem Edited: Monday, May 21, 2001


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