1 That thou hast her, it is not all my grief,
2 And yet it may be said I loved her dearly;
3 That she hath thee, is of my wailing chief,
4 A loss in love that touches me more nearly.
5 Loving offenders, thus I will excuse ye:
6 Thou dost love her, because thou knowst I love her;
7 And for my sake even so doth she abuse me,
8 Suffering my friend for my sake to approve her.
9 If I lose thee, my loss is my love's gain,
10 And losing her, my friend hath found that loss;
11 Both find each other, and I lose both twain,
12 And both for my sake lay on me this cross.
13 But here's the joy; my friend and I are one;
14 Sweet flattery! then she loves but me alone.