名人诗歌|THE SONNETS by William Shakespeare (134)

CXXXIV

So, now I have confess'd that he is thine, And I my self am mortgag'd to thy will, Myself I'll forfeit^{1, so that other mine Thou wilt2 restore to be my comfort still： But thou wilt not, nor he will not be free, For thou art covetous3, and he is kind； He learn'd but surety-like to write for me, Under that bond that him as fast doth bind4. The statute5 of thy beauty thou wilt take, Thou usurer, that putt'st forth6 all to use, And sue a friend came debtor7 for my sake； So him I lose through my unkind abuse. Him have I lost； thou hast both him and me： He pays the whole, and yet am I not free.}