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