Shakespeare's Sonnets: How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame

How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shameWhich like a canker in the fragrant roseDoth spot the beauty of thy budding name!Oh in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose!That tongue that tells the story of thy days(Making lascivious comments on thy sport)Cannot dispraise but in a kind of praise,Naming thy name, blesses an ill report.Oh what a mansion have those vices got,Which for their habitation chose out thee,Where beauty's veil doth cover every blot,And all things turns to fair that eyes can see! Take heed (dear heart) of this large privilege, The hardest knife ill us'd doth lose his edge.