That thou hast her, it is not all my grief, br And yet it may be said I loved her dearly; br That she hath thee is of my wailing chief, br A loss in love that touches me more nearly. br Loving offenders, thus I will excuse ye: br Thou dost love her because thou know'st I love her, br And for my sake even so doth she abuse me, br Suff'ring my friend for my sake to approve her. br If I lose thee, my loss is my love's gain, br And, losing her, my friend hath found that loss; br Both find each other, and I lose both twain, br And both for my sake lay on me this cross. br But here's the joy: my friend and I are one, br Sweet flattery! Then she loves but me alone.