XXXVI

    Let me confess that we two must be twain, Although our undivided loves are one： So shall those blots¹ 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 guilt² 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.