Sonnet 133
The Dark Lady: Desire
- 1 Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
- 2 For that deep wound it gives my friend and me!
- 3 Is't not enough to torture me alone,
- 4 But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be?
- 5 Me from myself thy cruel eye hath taken,
- 6 And my next self thou harder hast engross'd:
- 7 Of him, myself, and thee I am forsaken;
- 8 A torment thrice three-fold thus to be cross'd:
- 9 Prison my heart in thy steel bosom's ward,
- 10 But then my friend's heart let my poor heart bail;
- 11 Whoe'er keeps me, let my heart be his guard;
- 12 Thou canst not then use rigour in my jail:
- 13 And yet thou wilt; for I, being pent in thee,
- 14 Perforce am thine, and all that is in me.