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