Let me
confess that we two must be twain,
Although
our undivided loves are one:
So shall
those 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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