Sonnet 121

　　'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed，

　　When not to be receives reproach of being；

　　And the just pleasure lost，which is so deemed

　　Not by our feeling，but by others'seeing：

　　For why should others'false adulterate eyes

　　Give salutation to my sportive blood？

　　Or on my frailties why are frailer spies，

　　Which in their wills count bad what I think good？

　　No，I am that I am；and they that level

　　At my abuses reckon up their ow