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Sonnet 42

That thou hast her is not all my grief, And yet it may be said I loved her dearly; That she has thee is of my wailing chief, A loss in love that touches me more nearly. Loving offenders, thus I excuse ye: Thou dost love her because thou knowst I love her; And for my sake even so doth she abuse me, Suff’ring 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 flatt’ry! Then she loves but me alone. 

TLD last night reminded me in a weird way of Shakespeare’s 42nd. One would imagine that the Bard and Mofftiss entertained unscrupulous joy when composing such timey/rhymy, fishy/twisty mind blowing verse.   Well done, y’all!