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So now I have confest that he is thine,
And I my selfe am morgagd to thy will,
My selfe Ile forfeit, so that other mine,
Thou wilt restore to be my comfort still:
But thou wilt not, nor he will not be free,
For thou art covetous, and he is kinde,
He learnd but suretie-like to write for me,
Under that bond that him as fast doth binde.
The statute of thy beauty thou wilt take,
Thou usurer that putst forth all to use,
And sue a friend, came debter for my sake,
So him I loose through my unkinde abuse.
Him have I lost, thou hast both him and me,
He paies the whole, and yet am I not free.

I am in the process of reading all Shakespeare's sonnets. My interpretations are drawn from the 1609 quarto as emended by C.D. Atkins. (less info)