1 When thou shalt be dispos'd to set me light,
2 And place my merit in the eye of scorn,
3 Upon thy side against myself I'll fight,
4 And prove thee virtuous, though thou art forsworn.
5 With mine own weakness being best acquainted,
6 Upon thy part I can set down a story
7 Of faults conceal'd, wherein I am attainted,
8 That thou in losing me shalt win much glory:
9 And I by this will be a gainer too;
10 For bending all my loving thoughts on thee,
11 The injuries that to myself I do,
12 Doing thee vantage, double-vantage me.
13 Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
14 That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.
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