496WHy didst thou promise such a beautious day,

497And make me trauaile forth without my cloake,

498To let bace cloudes ore-take me in my way,

499Hiding thy brau'ry in their rotten smoke.

500Tis not enough that through the cloude thou breake,

501To dry the raine on my storme-beaten face,

502For no man well of such a salue can speake,

503That heales the wound, and cures not the disgrace:

504Nor can thy shame giue phisicke to my griefe,

505Though thou repent , yet I haue still the losse,

506Th'offenders sorrow lends but weake reliefe

507To him that beares the strong offenses losse.

508 Ah but those teares are pearle which thy loue sheeds,

509And they are ritch, and ransome all ill deeds.

511NO more bee greeu'd at that which thou hast done,

512Roses haue thornes, and siluer fountaines mud,

513Cloudes and eclipses staine both Moone and Sunne,

514And loathsome canker liues in sweetest bud.

515All men make faults, and euen I in this,

516Authorizing thy trespas with compare,

517My selfe corrupting saluing thy amisse,

518Excusing their sins more then their sins are:

519For to thy sensuall fault I bring in sence,

520Thy aduerse party is thy Aduocate,

521And gainst my selfe a lawfull plea commence,

522Such ciuill war is in my loue and hate,

523 That I an accessary needs must be,

524To that sweet theefe which sourely robs from me,

526LEt me confesse that we two must be twaine,

527Although our vndeuided loues are one:

528So shall those blots that do with me remaine,

529Without thy helpe , by me be borne alone.

530In our two loues there is but one respect,