Sonnet
36
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 from thy name:
But do not so;I love thee in such sort
As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.
By: William Shakespeare