- When thou shalt be dispos’d to set me light,
- And place my merit in the eye of scorn,
- Upon thy side, against myself I’ll fight,
- And prove thee virtuous, though thou art forsworn.
- With mine own weakness, being best acquainted,
- Upon thy part I can set down a story
- Of faults conceal’d, wherein I am attainted;
- That thou in losing me shalt win much glory:
- And I by this will be a gainer too;
- For bending all my loving thoughts on thee,
- The injuries that to myself I do,
- Doing thee vantage, double-vantage me.
- Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
- That for thy right, myself will bear all wrong.