Sonnet CXLII
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Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate, | 1
Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving: | 2
O, but with mine compare thou thine own state, | 3
And thou shalt find it merits not reproving; | 4
Or, if it do, not from those lips of thine, | 5
That have profaned their scarlet ornaments | 6
And seal'd false bonds of love as oft as mine, | 7
Robb'd others' beds' revenues of their rents. | 8
Be it lawful I love thee, as thou lovest those | 9
Whom thine eyes woo as mine importune thee: | 10
Root pity in thy heart, that when it grows | 11
Thy pity may deserve to pitied be. | 12
If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, | 13
By self-example mayst thou be denied! | 14
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