Sonnets
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- Shakespeare. When thou shalt be disposed to set me light,
And place my merit in the eye of scorn,
1220 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,
1225 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.
1230 Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.
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