Sonnet 87. Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing

Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing

And like enough thou know'st thy estimate

The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing:

My bonds in thee are all determinate.

For how do I hold thee but by thy granting

And for that riches where is my deserving?

The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting

And so my patent back again is swerving.