Sonnet 121

Farewell to the Fair Youth

  1. 1 'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
  2. 2 When not to be receives reproach of being;
  3. 3 And the just pleasure lost, which is so deem'd
  4. 4 Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing:
  5. 5 For why should others' false adulterate eyes
  6. 6 Give salutation to my sportive blood?
  7. 7 Or on my frailties why are frailer spies,
  8. 8 Which in their wills count bad what I think good?
  9. 9 No, I am that I am, and they that level
  10. 10 At my abuses reckon up their own:
  11. 11 I may be straight though they themselves be bevel;
  12. 12 By their rank thoughts, my deeds must not be shown;
  13. 13 Unless this general evil they maintain,
  14. 14 All men are bad and in their badness reign.