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

1Love is too young to know what conscience is,

2Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?

3Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,

4Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:

5For, thou betraying me, I do betray

6My nobler part to my gross body's treason;

7My soul doth tell my body that he may

8Triumph in love; flesh stays no farther reason,

9But rising at thy name doth point out thee,

10As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,

11He is contented thy poor drudge to be,

12To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.

13 No want of conscience hold it that I call

14 Her 'love,' for whose dear love I rise and fall.