Sonnet 134

　　So，now I have confessed that he is thine，

　　And I myself am mortgaged to thy will，

　　Myself I'll 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 kind；

　　He learned but，surety-like，to write for me，

　　Under that bond that him as fast doth bind.

　　The statute of thy beauty thou wilt take，

　　Thou usurer，that putt'st forth all