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Say that thou didst foresake me for some fault, And I will comment on that offense. Speak of my lameness and I straight will halt, Againt thy reasons making no defense. Thou canst not, love, disgrace me half so ill, To set a form upon desired change, As I'll myself disgrace. Knowing thy will, I will aquaintance strangle and look strange, Be absent from thy walks, and in my tongue Thy sweet, beloved name no more shall dwell, Lest I, too much profane, should do it wrong And hapless of our old aquaintence tell. For thee against myself I'll swear debate, For I must ne'er love him whom thou dost hate.

		Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
		Some in their wealth, some in their body's force,
		Some in their garments, through new-fangled ill,
		Some in their hawks and their hounds, some in their horse,
		And every humor hath his adjunct pleasure
		Wherein it finds a joy above the rest,
		But these particulars are not my measure,
		All these I better in one general best.
		Thy love is greater than high birth to me,
		Richer than wealth, prouder than garment's cost,
		Of more delight than hawks or horses be,
		And having thee, of all men's pride I boast:
			Wretched in this alone, that thout mayst take
			All this away, and me most wretched make.