Sonnet 35: No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done

1No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done:

2Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud:

3Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,

4And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.

5All men make faults, and even I in this,

6Authorizing thy trespass with compare,

7Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,

8Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are;

9For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense, —

10Thy adverse party is thy advocate, —

11And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence:

12Such civil war is in my love and hate,

13 That I an accessary needs must be,

14 To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.