Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted/Sonnet 42

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42That 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 approoue 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.

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