When thou shalt be disposed 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.
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