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.

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