Sonnet 133

　　Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan

　　For that deep wound it gives my friend and me!

　　Is't not enough to torture me alone，

　　But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be？

　　Me from myself thy cruel eye hath taken，

　　And my next self thou harder hast engrossed.

　　Of him，myself，and thee，I am forsaken

　　A torment thrice threefold thus to be crossed.

　　Prison my heart in thy steel bosom's ward，

　　But then my friend's heart let my po