Take All My Loves

Take all my loves, my love, yes take them all;
What have you then more than you had before?
No love, my love, that you may true love call;
cll mine was yours, before you had this more.

Then, if for my love, you my love receive,
I cannot blame you, for my love you use;
But yet be blamed, if you yourself deceive
By willful taste of what yourself refuse.

I do forgive your robbery, gentle thief,
clthough you steal all my poverty:
cnd yet, love knows it is a greater grief
To bear love's wrong, than hate's known injury

Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,
Kill me with spites yet we must not be foes