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Sonnet 34: Why Didst Thou Promise Such A Shakespeare Sonnet 42: That Thou Hast It Is Not All My
Beauteous Day Grief
That thou hast her it is not all my grief, Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all;
And yet it may be said I loved her dearly; What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
That she hath thee is of my wailing chief, No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;
A loss in love that touches me more nearly. All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more.
Loving offenders thus I will excuse ye: Then, if for my love, thou my love receivest,
Thou dost love her, because thou know’st I love her; I cannot blame thee, for my love thou usest;
And for my sake even so doth she abuse me, But yet be blam’d, if thou thy self deceivest
Suffering my friend for my sake to approve her. By wilful taste of what thyself refusest.
If I lose thee, my loss is my love’s gain, I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief,
And losing her, my friend hath found that loss; Although thou steal thee all my poverty:
Both find each other, and I lose both twain, And yet, love knows it is a greater grief
And both for my sake lay on me this cross: To bear love’s wrong, than hate’s known injury.
But here’s the joy; my friend and I are one; Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,
Sweet flattery! then she loves but me alone. Kill me with spites yet we must not be foes.
SONNET 42 IN MODERN ENGLISH SONNET 40 IN MODERN ENGLISH
That you have her isn’t the only thing that’s upsetting me, although I can Take everything I love, my love; yes, take it all. What do you have then,
tell you I loved her dearly. That she has you is the main reason that I’m that you didn’t have before? Not love that you could call true love, my
crying – a loss of love that hurts me more. This is how I’ll make excuses love; all my love was already yours before you took this extra love from
for you two offenders in love: You love her because you know I love her. me. If you make love to another person instead of accepting my love I
And in the same way, she abuses me for my own sake, putting up with my can’t blame you, love, because you’re just using my love. But still, you are
friend making love to her because she knows I love him. If I lose you my to blame if you deceive yourself by taking from someone else what you
loss is my mistress’ gain. And in losing her my friend is gaining. You both won’t take from me. I forgive that robbery, dear thief, even though you’re
gain each other and I lose both of you. And both lay this burden on me for stealing from someone so poor. And yet, everyone who loves knows that
my own sake. But here’s the happy part: my friend and I are one person. it’s more hurtful to be wounded by someone one loves than by an enemy.
What flattery! So she loves only me! You – gracious and lascivious at the same time, in whom everything bad
appears good – may kill me with hurtfulness, but we must not be enemies.