Shakespeare’s Dark Lady Sonnets, Number 151

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 betrayMy nobler part to my gross body's treason;My soul doth tell my body that he mayTriumph in love; flesh … Continue reading Shakespeare’s Dark Lady Sonnets, Number 151