Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all; br What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? br No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call; br All mine was thine before thou hadst this more. br Then if for my love thou my love receivest, br I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest; br But yet be blamed, if thou thyself deceivest br By wilful taste of what thyself refusest. br I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief, br Although thou steal thee all my poverty; br And yet, love knows, it is a greater grief br To bear love's wrong than hate's known injury. br Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows, br Kill me with spites; yet we must not be foes.