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