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| Let me confess that we two must be twain, | 1 |
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| Although our undivided loves are one: |
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| So shall those blots that do with me remain, |
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| Without thy help, by me be borne alone. |
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| In our two loves there is but one respect, | 5 |
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| Though in our lives a separable spite, |
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| Which though it alter not love's sole effect, |
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| Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight. |
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| I may not evermore acknowledge thee, |
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| Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame, | 10 |
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| Nor thou with public kindness honour me, |
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| Unless thou take that honour from thy name: |
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 But do not so, I love thee in such sort, |
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| As thou being mine, mine is thy good report. |
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