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Sonnet 151
2Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
4Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove.
5For thou betraying me, I do betray
7My soul doth tell my body that he may
10As his triumphant prize; proud of this pride,
14    Her "love" for whose dear love I rise and fall.

Notes

1] Love is too young] like Cupid. Back to Line
3] urge not] do not complain about. Back to Line
6] Extrametrical, with line 8. Back to Line
8] flesh] my body, alluding to the penis. Back to Line
9] rising] becoming erect, rebelling. Back to Line
11] He] "my soul" (7). Back to Line
12] stand] become erect. Back to Line
13] No want of conscience hold it that] Judge it no lack of conscience that. Back to Line