Shakespeare's Sonnet 95

How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shameWhich, like a canker in the fragrant rose,Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name!O! in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose.That tongue that tells the story of thy days,Making lascivious comments on thy sport,Cannot dispraise, but in a kind of praise;Naming thy name, blesses an ill report.O! what a mansion have those vices gotWhich for their habitation chose out thee,Where beauty’s veil doth cover every blotAnd all things turns to fair that eyes can see!Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege;The hardest knife ill-us’d doth lose his edge.

How sweet and lovely you make the shame that stains the beauty of your growing reputation, like a worm eating a fragrant rose! What sweetness you wrap your sins in! Anyone who tells the story of your days, making dirty comments about your sexual adventures, cannot criticize you without somehow praising you. Saying your name gives a blessing to a bad report.
What a splendid mansion those vices have found by choosing you as their home! There, beauty's veil covers every stain and makes everything visible look lovely.
Be careful, dear heart, with this great privilege. Even the hardest knife loses its edge through misuse.