Sonnet 133

The Dark Lady: Desire

  1. 1 Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
  2. 2 For that deep wound it gives my friend and me!
  3. 3 Is't not enough to torture me alone,
  4. 4 But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be?
  5. 5 Me from myself thy cruel eye hath taken,
  6. 6 And my next self thou harder hast engross'd:
  7. 7 Of him, myself, and thee I am forsaken;
  8. 8 A torment thrice three-fold thus to be cross'd:
  9. 9 Prison my heart in thy steel bosom's ward,
  10. 10 But then my friend's heart let my poor heart bail;
  11. 11 Whoe'er keeps me, let my heart be his guard;
  12. 12 Thou canst not then use rigour in my jail:
  13. 13 And yet thou wilt; for I, being pent in thee,
  14. 14 Perforce am thine, and all that is in me.