Sonnet 142: Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate
Read 'Sonnet 142: Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate' by 'William Shakespeare' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Sonnet 142: Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate by William Shakespeare
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 woo as mine importune thee.
Root pity in thy heart, that when it grows
Thy pity may deserve to pitied be.
If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide,
By self-example mayst thou be denied!
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