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Sonnet LXXXVIII
When you treat me bad, and despised
I feel that my value you see with disdain,
Fighting against me, I'm by your side
And, inda perjurer, prove that you are a well.
Knowing better my own mistakes,
The support you you put together the story
From hidden faults, where I am sick;
Then, when I lose, you have all the glory.
But profits also shot that letter:
Bending over you love size,
Mal I do brings me benefit
For what gain won twice.
So is my love and to you the report:
For you all the blame I support.

William Shakespeare