Sonnet XXXVI, by
William Shakespeare
Let me confess that
we two must be twain
Although our undivided loves are one;
So shall these
blots that do with me remain
Without thy help by me be borne alone.
In our two loves there is but one respect,
Though in our lives a separable
spite
Which, though it alter not love's sole effect,
Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight.
I may not
evermore acknowledge thee
Lest my bewailed
guilt should do thee
shame,
Nor thou with public
kindness honour me
Unless thou take that
honour from thy name.
But do not so. I love thee in such sort
As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report.
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