sabato 29 maggio 2010

I sonetti - 42

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 waling 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 ev’n so doth she abuse me,
Suff’ring 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;
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 flatt’ry, then she loves but me alone.

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