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- # Sonnet 35
## Overview
Sonnet 35 is a poem extracted from a larger text file, identified as "pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt", between lines 10815 and 10831. It is part of a collection of poetry titled [Venus and Adonis, Lucrece, Sonnets, and Pericles (Facsimile Editions)](arke:01KG6S3KNZT62WVVW4VT384KPF).
## Context
This sonnet is situated within a comprehensive collection of William Shakespeare's works, specifically within the "Sonnets" section of [Venus and Adonis, Lucrece, Sonnets, and Pericles (Facsimile Editions)](arke:01KG6S3KNZT62WVVW4VT384KPF). This larger collection is a scholarly compilation of facsimile editions, providing textual analysis and historical context for Shakespeare's poems and plays. The sonnet was extracted as part of the "PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53" digital workflow, which is managed under the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53 collection](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y). It follows [Sonnet 34](arke:01KG6S4BK3GBDD99875FFG6YJT) and precedes [Sonnet 36](arke:01KG6S4BK130VAM6DNN9H6HTSR) in the sequence.
## Contents
Sonnet 35 addresses the theme of forgiveness and self-reproach, as the speaker grapples with the faults of a beloved. The poem opens with an appeal to not be grieved by a past action, using natural imagery like "Roses haue thornes, and siluer fountaines mud" to illustrate that even beautiful things have imperfections. The speaker then confesses to "Authorizing thy trespas with compare," suggesting a complicity in excusing the beloved's sins. The sonnet concludes with the speaker acknowledging an internal conflict, a "cinill war is in my loue and hate," leading to the realization of being an "accessory" to the "sweet theese which sourely robs from me."
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- **N** O more bee greeu'd at thas which thou hast done,
Roses haue thornes, and siluer fountaines mud,
Cloudes and eclipses staine both Moone and Sunne,
And loathsome canker liues in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and euen I in this,
Authorizing thy trespas with compare,
My selse corrupting saluing thy amisse,
Excusing their sins more then their sins are:
For to thy sensuall faust I bring in sence,
Thy aduerse party is thy Aduocate,
And gainst my selse a lawfull plea commence,
Such cinill war is in my loue and hate,
That I an accessory needs must be,
To that sweet theese which sourely robs from me,
## 36
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- Sonnet 35