Sonnet 42: 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 loved her dearly; That she hath thee is...
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That thou hast her it is not all my grief, And yet it may be said I loved 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: 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.…
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