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Sonnet 96 Lyrics

(Shakespeare)

Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness
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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