Sonnet #95

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Sonnet #95

XCV.

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.

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[Mary Sue]

Don't you hate when that happens? a faithless seducer, a heartless user, an out-and out villain, but one who's (superficially) so charming and pleasing to the eye?

"O, what a mansion have those vices got
Which for their habitation chose out thee...."

Good ol' Will! He put that rather well, I would say. 'Cause when beauty & vice co-exist in the same person, there's all the more potential for harm to be done.