Sonnet 134

So, now I have confess'd that he is thine,And I myself am mortgaged to thy will,Myself I'll forfeit, so that other mineThou wilt restore, to be my comfort still:But thou wilt not, nor he will not be free,For thou art covetous and he is kind;He learn'd but surety-like to write for meUnder that bond that him as fast doth bind.The statute of thy beauty thou wilt take,Thou usurer, that put'st forth all to use,And sue a friend came debtor for my sake;So him I lose through my unkind abuse. Him have I lost; thou hast both him and me: He pays the whole, and yet am I not free.
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