Sonnet 92

　　But do thy worst to steal thyself away，

　　For term of life thou art assured milie；

　　And life no longer than thy love will stay，

　　For it depends upon that love of thine.

　　Then need I not to fear the worst of wrongs，

　　When in the least of them my life hath end.

　　I see a better state to me belongs

　　Than that which on thy humour doth depend：

　　Thou canst not vex me with inconstant mind，

　　Since that my life on thy revol