Sonnet 35 lyrics

No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:

Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud:

Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,

And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.

All men make faults, and even I in this,

Authorizing thy trespass with compare,

Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,

Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are;

For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense,

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 accessory needs must be,

To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.

• Artist:William Shakespeare