by: William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
      ET me confess that we two must be twain
      Although our individual 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 bewail├Ęd guilt should do thee shame;
      Nor thou with public kindness honor me
      Unless thou take that honor from thy name:
      But do not so; I love thee in such sort
      As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report.