Sonnet 88

1 When thou shalt be disposed to set me light,
2 And place my merit in the eye of scorn,
3 Upon thy side, against my self I’ll fight,
4 And prove thee virtuous, though thou art forsworn:
5 With mine own weakness being best acquainted,
6 Upon thy part I can set down a story
7 Of faults concealed, wherein I am attainted:
8 That thou in losing me, shalt win much glory:
9 And I by this will be a gainer too,
10 For bending all my loving thoughts on thee,
11 The injuries that to my self I do,
12 Doing thee vantage, double-vantage me.
13 Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
14 That for thy right, my self will bear all wrong.