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XXXVI.
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 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.
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