Shakespeare's Sonnets: So now I have confess't that he is thine

So now I have confess't that he is thine,And I my self am mortgag'd to thy will,My self I'll forfeit, so that other mineThou 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 learn'd but surety-like to write for meUnder that bond that him as fast doth bind.The statute of thy beauty thou wilt take,Thou usurer that put'st forth all to use,And sue a friend, came debtor for my sake,So him I lose through my unkind abuse. Him have I lost, thou hast both him and me, He pays the whole, and yet am I not free.