Sonnet XLII by William Shakespeare (in English)

That thou haſt her it is not all my griefe,

And yet it may be ſaid I lou'd her deerely,

That ſhe hath thee is of my wayling cheefe,

A loſſe in loue that touches me more neerely.

Louing offendors thus I will excuſe yee,

Thou dooſt loue her,becauſe thou knowſt I loue her,

And for my ſake euen ſo doth ſhe abuſe me,

Suffring my friend for my ſake to aprooue her,

If I looſe thee,my loſſe is my loues gaine,

And looſing her,my friend hath found that loſſe,

Both finde each other,and I looſe both twaine,

And both for my ſake lay on me this croſſe,

   But here's the ioy,my friend and I are one,

   Sweete flattery,then ſhe loues but me alone.