Sonnet 89
Say that thou didst forsake me for
some fault
«William Shakespeare»
Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,
And I will comment
upon that offence,
Speak of my lameness,
and I straight will halt:
Against thy reasons
making no defence.
Thou canst not (love)
disgrace me half so ill,
To set a form upon
desired change,
As I'll my self
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 wronk:
And haply of our old
acquaintance tell.
For thee, against my
self I'll vow debate,
For I must ne'er love
him whom thou dost hate
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