- Year Published: 1609
- Language: English
- Country of Origin: England
- Source: Shakespeare, W. The sonnets. In R. G. White (Ed.), The complete works of William Shakespeare. New York: Sully and Kleinteich.
- Flesch–Kincaid Level: 11.0
- Word Count: 113
Shakespeare, W. (1609). Sonnet 125. The Sonnets (Lit2Go Edition). Retrieved September 30, 2016, from
Shakespeare, William. "Sonnet 125." The Sonnets. Lit2Go Edition. 1609. Web. <>. September 30, 2016.
William Shakespeare, "Sonnet 125," The Sonnets, Lit2Go Edition, (1609), accessed September 30, 2016,.
Were’t aught to me I bore the canopy,
With my extern the outward honouring,
Or laid great bases for eternity,
Which proves more short than waste or ruining?
Have I not seen dwellers on form and favour
Lose all, and more by paying too much rent
For compound sweet; forgoing simple savour,
Pitiful thrivers in their gazing spent?
No, let me be obsequious in thy heart,
And take thou my oblation, poor but free,
Which is not mixed with seconds, knows no art,
But mutual render, only me for thee.
Hence, thou suborned informer, a true soul
When most impeached, stands least in thy control.