XXXV.

No more be grieved at that which thou haft done:
Rofes have thorns, and filver fountains mud;
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and fun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I in this,
Authorizing thy trespass with compare,
Myself corrupting, falving thy amifs,
Excusing thy fins more than thy fins are;
For to thy fenfual fault I bring in sense-
Thy adverse party is thy advocate-

And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence :
Such civil war is in my love and hate,

That I an acceffary needs must be

To that fweet thief which fourly robs from me.

XXXVI.

Let me confess that we two must be twain,
Although our undivided loves are one:

So fhall 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 feparable fpite,

Which, though it alter not love's fole effect,

Yet doth it steal fweet hours from love's delight.

I may not evermore acknowledge thee,

Left 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 fo; I love thee in such fort

As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report.