Sonnet 89
Sonnet 89
Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,
And I will comment upon that offense,
Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt:
Against thy reasons making no defense.
Thou can’st 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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