- 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.