Sonnet 151. Love is too young to know what conscience is

Love is too young to know what conscience is

Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?

Then gentle cheater urge not my amiss

Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove.

For thou betraying me, I do betray

My nobler part to my gross body's treason

My soul doth tell my body that he may

Triumph in love, flesh stays no farther reason