Sonnet 42. Craig, W.J., ed. 1914. The Oxford Shakespeare

William Shakespeare (1564–1616). The Oxford Shakespeare: Poems. 1914.

Sonnet XLII.

“That thou hast her it is not all my grief”

THAT thou hast her, it is not all my grief
And yet it may be said I lov’d her dearly;
That she hath thee, is of my wailing chief,
A loss in love that touches me more nearly.
Loving offenders, thus I will excuse ye:	5
Thou dost love her, because thou know’st I love her;
And for my sake even so doth she abuse me,
Suffering my friend for my sake to approve her.
If I lose thee, my loss is my love’s gain,
And losing her, my friend hath found that loss;	10
Both find each other, and I lose both twain,
And both for my sake lay on me this cross:
But here ’s the joy; my friend and I are one;
Sweet flattery! then she loves but me alone.