Sonnet 134. So now I have confessed that he is thine

So now I have confessed that he is thine

And I my self am mortgaged to thy will

My self 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 fist doth bind.