Sonnet 151
The Dark Lady: Reckoning
- 1 Love is too young to know what conscience is,
- 2 Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
- 3 Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
- 4 Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:
- 5 For, thou betraying me, I do betray
- 6 My nobler part to my gross body's treason;
- 7 My soul doth tell my body that he may
- 8 Triumph in love; flesh stays no farther reason,
- 9 But rising at thy name doth point out thee,
- 10 As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,
- 11 He is contented thy poor drudge to be,
- 12 To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.
- 13 No want of conscience hold it that I call
- 14 Her 'love,' for whose dear love I rise and fall.