Love is too young to know what conscience is...
Sonnet 151Love 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. |
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Cupid
is a child and doesn’t have a fully developed conscience, but we all know
conscience starts with love. Don’t tell me off for cheating with you: you might
be guilty of the same thing some day. When I’m with you, my soul convinces my
body that I might be successful in love – and well, there’s no more stopping
the body. I get a hard-on at the mention of your name and I’m happy to use it
for your pleasure. Don’t call it bad conscience that I call the object of my
desires my ‘love’.