Sonnet Xxxvi

William Shakespeare

     Let me confess that we two must be twain,
     Although our undivided loves are one:
     So shall those blots that do with me remain
     Without thy help by me be borne alone.
     In our two loves there is but one respect,
     Though in our lives a separable spite,
     Which though it alter not love's sole effect,
     Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight.
     I may not evermore acknowledge thee,
     Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame,
     Nor thou with public kindness honour me,
     Unless thou take that honour from thy name:
     But do not so; I love thee in such sort
     As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report.

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