Shakespeare's Sonnets: But do thy worst to steal thy self away

But do thy worst to steal thy self away,For term of life thou art assurèd mine,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 wrongsWhen in the least of them my life hath end.I see a better state to me belongsThan that which on thy humour doth depend.Thou canst not vex me with inconstant mind,Since that my life on thy revolt doth lie.Oh what a happy title do I find,Happy to have thy love, happy to die! But what's so blessèd fair that fears no blot? Thou may'st be false, and yet I know it not.