When thou shalt be disposed to set me light
And place my merit in the eye of scorn,
Upon thy side, against myself I'll fight,
And prove thee virtuous, though thou art forsworn.
With mine own weakness being best acquainted,
Upon thy part I can set down a story
Of faults concealed, wherein I am attainted,
That thou in losing me shalt win much glory.
And I by this will be a gainer too;
For bending all my loving thoughts on thee,
The injuries that to myself I do,
Doing thee vantage, double-vantage me.
Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
That for thy right, myself will bear all wrong.
More verses by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 97: How Like A Winter Hath My Absence Been
- Sonnet Xviii: Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?
- Sonnet 33: Full Many A Glorious Morning Have I Seen
- Sonnet 96: Some Say Thy Fault Is Youth, Some Wantonness
- Sonnet 131: Thou Art As Tyrannous, So As Thou Art