Sonnet 152

In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworne,

But thou art twice forsworne to me love swearing,

In act thy bed-vow broake and new faith torne,

In vowing new hate after new love bearing;

But why of two othes breach doe I accuse thee,

When I breake twenty: I am perjur'd most,

For all my vowes are othes but to misuse thee:

And all my honest faith in thee is lost.

For I have sworne deepe othes of thy deepe kindnesse:

Othes of thy love, thy truth, thy constancie,

And to inlighten thee gave eyes to blindnesse,

Or made the swere against the thing they see.

For I have sworne thee faire: more perjurde eye,

To swere against the truth so foule a lie.