Sonnet no 151: By William Shakespeare

Sonnet no 151: By William Shakespeare

Read by: Bertram Selwyn

"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 father reason;
But, rising at thy name, doth point out thee
As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,
He is contented thy poor drudge to be,
To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.
No want of conscience hold it that I call
Her 'love' for whose dear love I rise and fall."

(For Full Chronological order of William Shakespeare's sonnets, check the PLAYLIST entitled "The Sonnets of William Shakespeare")

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[TheNecrophobe]

You say

"love is too young to know what 'A' conscience is"

That 'A' screws up the rhythm of the sonnet right from the get go.

You also pause incorrectly. Sorry, man. I was looking for some help memorizing, but it just isn't right.