Shakespeare's Sonnet 34

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,And make me travel forth without my cloak,To let base clouds o’ertake me in my way,Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke?’Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break,To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face,For no man well of such a salve can speak,That heals the wound, and cures not the disgrace:Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief;Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss:The offender’s sorrow lends but weak reliefTo him that bears the strong offence’s cross.Ah! but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds,And they are rich and ransom all ill deeds.

Why did you promise such a beautiful day and make me set out without my cloak, only to let ugly clouds overtake me on my way, hiding your splendor in their foul smoke? It is not enough for you to break through the clouds and dry the rain on my storm-beaten face. No one can praise a remedy that heals the wound but does not cure the disgrace. Nor can your shame heal my grief. Though you repent, I still suffer the loss. The offender's sorrow offers little relief to the person carrying the heavy burden of the offense. Ah, but the tears your love sheds are pearls, and they are precious enough to pay for all your wrongdoing.