Q 96

SOme say thy fault is youth, some wantoness,
Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport,
Both grace and faults are lov'd of more and less:
Thou mak'st faults graces, that to thee resort:
As on the finger of a throned Queen,
The basest Jewel will be well esteem'd:
So are those errors that in thee are seen,
To truths translated, and for true things deem'd.

How many Lambs might the stern Wolf betray,
If like a Lamb he could his looks translate.

How many gazers mightst thou lead away,
If thou wouldst use the strength of all thy state ?

But do not so, I love thee in such sort,
As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.

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