SONNET NO. 151
Love 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 noble part to my gross body's treason,
My soul doth tell my body that he may,
Triumph in love, flesh stays no further 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.
Note the repetition of the following words, we find-love,
love, love, love, love, conscience, conscience, conscience, my
amiss, my faults, my noble part, my gross body, my soul, my body, thy sweet self, thy name, thy poor drudge, thy affairs, thy side.
1st Line. Love is too young (see Sonnet No. 115, line 13).
Love is a Babe.
1st and 2nd Lines. Love, conscience, see " Merry Wives of
Windsor," Act, 5, Scene 5. " Now is
cupid (love) a child of conscience "-he makes
restitution. Conscience-moral sense.
3rd Line. Cheater-one who deceives.
5th Line. Betraying-deceiving-betray-deceive.
3rd Line. Amiss-misdeed.
6th Line. Gross-sensual.
6th Line. Treason-treachery.
8th Line. Triumph-obtain victory.
10th Line. Triumphant-transcendant in glory.
11th Line. Drudge-slave.