Sonnet 142. Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate

Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving

O but with mine, compare thou thine own state

And thou shalt find it merits not reproving

Or if it do, not from those lips of thine

That have profaned their scarlet ornaments

And sealed false bonds of love as oft as mine

Robbed others' beds' revenues of their rents.