Sonnet XXXVI, by William Shakespeare

Let me confess that we two must be twain
Although our undivided loves are one;
So shall these 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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