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That thou hast her, it is not all my grief,

And yet it may be said I lov'd her dearly;

That she hath thee is of my wailing chief.

Loving offenders, thus I will excuse ye:

"Thou dost love her, because thou know'st I love her;

And for my sake even so doth she abuse me,

Suffering my friend for my sake to approve her.

If I lose thee, my 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 thy cross.

But there's the joy: my friend and I are one; sweet flattery then! she loves but me alone".

Shakespeare