Sonnet 134
So now I have confessed that he is thine,And I myself am mortgaged to thy will,Myself I'll forfeit, so that other mineThou wilt restore to be my comfort still:
But thou wilt not, nor he will not be free,For thou art covetous, and he is kind;He learned but surety-like to write for meUnder that bond that him as fast doth bind.
The statute of thy beauty thou wilt take,Thou usurer that put'st forth all to use,And sue a friend came debtor 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 I am not free.