The Bloomer Legacy: 7.8 Sonnet 42

Disclaimer: This sonnet was written by William Shakespeare. I own nothing.

That thou hast her it is not all my grief,

And yet it may be said I loved her dearly;

That she hath thee is of my wailing chief,

A loss in love that touches me more nearly.

Loving offenders, thus I will excuse ye:

Thou dost love her because thou knowst I love her;

And for my sake even so doth she abuse me,

Suff’ring my friend for my sake to approve her.

If I lose thee, my loss is my love’s gain,

And losing her, my friend hath found that loss;

Both find each other, and I lose both twain,

And both for my sake lay on me this cross.

But here’s the joy; my friend and I are one;

Sweet flatt’ry! Then she loves but me alone.