名人诗歌|THE SONNETS by William Shakespeare (89)

LXXXIX

Say that thou didst forsake^{1 me for some fault, And I will comment upon that offence： Speak of my lameness2, and I straight will halt, Against thy reasons making no defence. Thou canst not love disgrace me half so ill, To set a form upon desired change, As I'll myself disgrace； knowing thy will, I will acquaintance strangle, and look strange； Be absent from thy walks； and in my tongue Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell, Lest I, too much profane3, should do it wrong, And haply of our old acquaintance tell. For thee, against my self I'll vow4 debate, For I must ne'er love him whom thou dost hate.}