CXXI. 'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd
        
          'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
          When not to be receives reproach of being;
          And the just pleasure lost, which is sodeem'd
          Not by our feeling, but by others ' seeing:
          For why should others ' false adulterate eyes
          Give salutation to my sportive blood?
          Or on my frailties why are frailer spies,
          Which in their wills count bad what I think good?
          No, I am that I am, and they that level
          At my abuses reckon up their own:
          I may be straight though they themselves be bevel;
          By their rank thoughts, my deeds must not be shown;
          		 Unless this general evil they maintain,
          		 All men are bad and in their badness reign.