Sonnet 89: Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault

1Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,

2And I will comment upon that offence:

3Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt,

4Against thy reasons making no defence.

5Thou canst not love disgrace me half so ill,

6To set a form upon desired change,

7As I'll myself disgrace; knowing thy will,

8I will acquaintance strangle, and look strange;

9Be absent from thy walks; and in my tongue

10Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell,

11Lest I, too much profane, should do it wrong,

12And haply of our old acquaintance tell.

13 For thee, against my self I'll vow debate,

14 For I must ne'er love him whom thou dost hate.