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Let me confesse that we two must be twaine,

Although our undevided loves are one:

So shall those blots that do with me remaine,

Without thy helpe, by me be borne alone.

5          In our two loves there is but one respect,

Though in our lives a seperable spight,

Which though it alter not loves sole effect,

Yet doth it steale sweet houres from loves delight,

I may not ever-more acknowledge thee,

10        Least my bewailed guilt should do thee shame,

Nor thou with publike kindnesse honour me,

Unlesse thou take that honour from thy name:

But doe not so, I love thee in such sort,

As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.