Sonnet 42

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The Marlowe Society - Pop

Sonnet 42

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That thou hast her, it is not all my grief And yet it may be said I lov'd 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 know'st I love her; And for my sake even so doth she abuse me Suffering 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 flattery! then she loves but me alone

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Writers
  • William Shakespeare