So, now I have confessed that he is thine,
And I my self am mortgaged to thy will,
Myself I'll forfeit, so that other mine
Thou wilt restore to be my comfort still.
But thou wilt not, nor he will not be free,
For thou art covetous, and he is kind,
He learned but surety-like to write for me
Under that bond that him as fist doth bind.
The statute of thy beauty thou wilt take,
Thou usurer, that putt'st forth all to use,
And sue a friend, came debtor for my sake;
So him I lose through my unkind abuse.
Him have I lost, thou hast both him and me;
He pays the whole, and yet am I not free.
More verses by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet Cix
- Sonnet 84: Who Is It That Says Most, Which Can Say More
- Sonnet 59: If There Be Nothing New, But That Which Is
- Sonnet 4: Unthrifty Loveliness, Why Dost Thou Spend
- Sonnet Ci