That thou hast her it is not all my grief,
And yet it may be said I loved her dearly;
That she hath thee is of my wailing chief,
A loss in love that touches me more nearly.
Loving offenders thus I will excuse ye:
Thou dost love her, because thou know’st I love her;
And for my sake even so doth she abuse me,
Suffering my friend for my sake to approve her.
If I lose thee, my loss is my love’s gain,
And losing her, my friend hath found that loss;
Both find each other, and I lose both twain,
And both for my sake lay on me this cross:
But here’s the joy; my friend and I are one;
Sweet flattery! then she loves but me alone.
Read Sonnet 42 in Easy, Modern English:
That you have her isn’t the only thing that’s upsetting me,
although I can tell you I loved her dearly.
That she has you is the main reason that I’m crying –
a loss of love that hurts me more.
This is how I’ll make excuses for you two offenders in love:
You love her because you know I love her.
And in the same way, she abuses me for my own sake,
putting up with my friend making love to her because she knows I love him.
If I lose you my loss is my mistress’ gain.
And in losing her my friend is gaining.
You both gain each other and I lose both of you.
And both lay this burden on me for my own sake.
But here’s the happy part: my friend and I are one person.
What flattery! So she loves only me!
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Sonnet 42 as Originally Published in The 1609 Quarto
Here’s the exact wording and spelling of Sonnet 42, as published in Shakespeare’s 1609 Quarto:
THat thou haſt her it is not all my griefe,
And yet it may be ſaid I lou’d her deerely,
That ſhe hath thee is of my wayling cheefe,
A loſſe in loue that touches me more neerely.
Louing offendors thus I will excuſe yee,
Thou dooſt loue her,becauſe thou knowſt I loue her,
And for my ſake euen ſo doth ſhe abuſe me,
Suffring my friend for my ſake to aprooue her,
If I looſe thee,my loſſe is my loues gaine,
And looſing her,my friend hath found that loſſe,
Both finde each other,and I looſe both twaine,
And both for my ſake lay on me this croſſe,
But here’s the ioy,my friend and I are one,
Sweete flattery,then ſhe loues but me alone.
