Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault, <br /> And I will comment upon that offence; <br /> Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt, <br /> Against thy reasons making no defence. <br /> Thou canst not, love, disgrace me half so ill, <br /> To set a form upon desired change, <br /> As I'll myself disgrace: knowing thy will, <br /> I will acquaintance strangle and look strange, <br /> Be absent from thy walks, and in my tongue <br /> Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell, <br /> Lest I, too much profane, should do it wrong <br /> And haply of our old acquaintance tell. <br /> For thee against myself I'll vow debate, <br /> For I must ne'er love him whom thou dost hate.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-lxxxix/
