Say that thou didst forsake me for
some fault,
And I will comment upon that offence;
Speak of my lameness, and I straight
will halt,
Against thy reasons making no defence.
Thou canst not, love, disgrace me half
so ill,
To set a form upon desired change,
As I'll myself disgrace: knowing thy
will,
I will acquaintance strangle and look
strange,
Be absent from thy walks, and in my
tongue
Thy sweet beloved name no more shall
dwell,
Lest I, too much profane, should do it
wrong
And haply of our old acquaintance tell.
For thee against myself I'll vow
debate,
For I must ne'er love him whom thou
dost hate.
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