Shakespeare's Sonnets: 'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemedWhen not to be receives reproach of being,And the just pleasure lost, which is so deemedNot by our feeling but by others' seeing.For why should others' false adulterate eyesGive salutation to my sportive blood?Or on my frailties why are frailer spiesWhich in their wills count bad what I think good?No, I am that I am, and they that levelAt my abuses reckon up their own.I may be straight though they them-selves be bevel.By their rank thoughts, my deeds must not be shown Unless this general evil they maintain: All men are bad and in their badness reign.