Sonnet 142

　　Love is my sin，and thy dear virtue hate，

　　Hate of my sin grounded on sinful loving：

　　O，but with mine compare thou thine own state，

　　And thou shalt find it merits not reproving；

　　Or，if it do，not from those lips of thine，

　　That have profaned their scarlet ornaments

　　And sealed false bonds of love as oft as mine，

　　Robbed others'beds'revenues of their rents.

　　Be it lawful I love thee，as thou lov'st those

　　Whom thine eyes w