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.
