When thou shalt be dispos’d to set me light,
And place my merit in the eye of scorn,
Upon thy side, against myself I’ll fight,
And prove thee virtuous, though thou art forsworn.
With mine own weakness being best acquainted,
Upon thy part I can set down a story
Of faults concealed, wherein I am attainted;
That thou in losing me shalt win much glory:
And I by this will be a gainer too;
For bending all my loving thoughts on thee,
The injuries that to myself I do,
Doing thee vantage, double-vantage me.
Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
That for thy right, myself will bear all wrong.
Sonnet 88: Translation to modern English
Whenever you feel inclined to put me down and make me the object of scorn I’ll take your side and argue against myself, proving that you’re virtuous, even though you’re lying. Knowing my own failings best I can describe, on your behalf, the hidden faults with which I am afflicted so well that you will be admired for having disposed of me. And I will gain, too, by focusing all my loving thoughts on you. The injuries that I’ll do to myself will be to your advantage, thus benefiting me doubly. I love you so much – belong to you so completely – that ensuring that you receive your rights I will take all the blame.