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.