- Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness;
- Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport;
- Both grace and faults are lov’d of more and less:
- Thou mak’st faults graces that to thee resort.
- As on the finger of a throned queen
- The basest jewel will be well esteem’d,
- So are those errors that in thee are seen
- To truths translated, and for true things deem’d.
- How many lambs might the stern wolf betray,
- If like a lamb he could his looks translate!
- How many gazers mightst thou lead away,
- If thou wouldst use the strength of all thy state!
- But do not so; I love thee in such sort,
- As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report.