by: William Shakespeare
- ET me confess that we two must be twain
- Although our individual 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 bewailèd guilt should do thee shame;
- Nor thou with public kindness honor me
- Unless thou take that honor 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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"Sonnet #36" was originally published in Shake-speares Sonnets: Never before Imprinted