| 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: | 5 |
| 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; | 10 |
| 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. |