Wednesday, April 23, 2008

SONNET #36 by: William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

LET me confess that we two must be twain
Although our individual loves are one:
So shall those blots that do with me remain,
Without thy help by me be borne alone.
In our two loves there is but one respect,
Though in our lives a separable spite,
Which though it alter not love's sole effect,
Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight.
I may not evermore acknowledge thee,
Lest my bewailèd guilt should do thee shame;
Nor thou with public kindness honor me
Unless thou take that honor from thy name:
But do not so; I love thee in such sort
As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report.

To Professor Whalen
                    From Student Pharah Dubuisson English 102-005