Shakespeare's Sonnets: That thou are blam'd shall not be thy defect

That thou are blam'd shall not be thy defect,For slander's mark was ever yet the fair,The ornament of beauty is suspect,A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.So thou be good, slander doth but approve,Their worth the greater, being woo'd of time,For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love,And thou present'st a pure unstainèd prime.Thou hast past by the ambush of young days,Either not assail'd, or victor, being charg'd;Yet this thy praise cannot be so thy praise,To tie up envy, evermore enlarged, If some suspect of ill mask't not thy show, Then thou alone kingdoms of hearts should'st owe.