Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted/Sonnet 89

by William Shakespeare

For other versions of this work, see Sonnet 89 (Shakespeare).

89Say that thou didst forsake mee for some falt,And I will comment vpon that offence, Speake of my lamenesse, and I straight will halt:Against thy reasons making no defence.Thou canst not (loue) disgrace me halfe so ill,To set a forme vpon desired change,As ile my selfe disgrace, knowing thy wil,I will acquaintance strangle and looke strange:Be absent from thy walkes and in my tongue,Thy sweet beloued name no more shall dwell,Least I (too much prophane) should do it wronge:And haplie of our old acquaintance tell.For thee, against my selfe ile vow debate,For I must nere loue him whom thou dost hate.