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| SONNET 36 |
| 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. |
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