Sonnet 92
Estrangement and Return
- 1 But do thy worst to steal thyself away,
- 2 For term of life thou art assured mine;
- 3 And life no longer than thy love will stay,
- 4 For it depends upon that love of thine.
- 5 Then need I not to fear the worst of wrongs,
- 6 When in the least of them my life hath end.
- 7 I see a better state to me belongs
- 8 Than that which on thy humour doth depend:
- 9 Thou canst not vex me with inconstant mind,
- 10 Since that my life on thy revolt doth lie.
- 11 O! what a happy title do I find,
- 12 Happy to have thy love, happy to die!
- 13 But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot?
- 14 Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not.