| WHEN thou shalt be dispos’d 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, | 5 |
| Upon thy part I can set down a story | |
| Of faults conceal’d, 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, | 10 |
| 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. |