Sonnet CXXI

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

I love this Sonnet…Seriously.

Add yours Comments – 2

  • O.D.D. OldDutchDavid

    on October 28, 2013 at 3:46 pm

    If you try to translate this sonnet a lot gets lost in translation. Somehow it does not “sound” good in Dutch. Although I don’t understand all the words of this sonnet I can “feel” a bit what the writer tryed to say.

  • Laura

    on October 29, 2013 at 6:10 am

    Love it!
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