Sonnet 95. How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame

How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame

Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose

Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name!

O, in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose!

That tongue that tells the story of thy days

Making lascivious comments on thy sport

Cannot dispraise, but in a kind of praise

Naming thy name, blesses an ill report.