Sonnet 95

　　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 o