William Shakespeare: Sonnet 89

William Shakespeare

(1564-1616)

THE SONNETS

 

89

Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,

And I will comment upon that offence,

Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt:

Against thy reasons making no defence.

Thou canst not (love) disgrace me half so ill,

To set a form upon desired change,

As I’ll my self disgrace, knowing thy will,

I will acquaintance 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 haply of our old acquaintance tell.

For thee, against my self I’ll vow debate,

For I must ne’er love him whom thou dost hate.

 

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