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- # Sonnet 42
## Overview
This is a sonnet, labeled "Sonnet 42," extracted from a text file. It is part of a collection of poems and is related to a larger digital workflow. The sonnet consists of 14 lines of text, adhering to the traditional sonnet structure. It was extracted on January 30, 2026.
## Context
This sonnet is part of the [Venus and Adonis, Lucrece, Sonnets, and Pericles (Facsimile Editions)](arke:01KG6S3KNZT62WVVW4VT384KPF) poetry collection, which includes facsimile editions of works by William Shakespeare. The collection itself was extracted from the text file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA) and is associated with the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection. The extraction and structuring of the sonnet were performed by a structure extraction process. It is preceded by [Sonnet 41](arke:01KG6S4BK86475RS29EQEMMF6W) and followed by [Sonnet 43](arke:01KG6S4C621NK6CJ5W9P4KEMG0) within the collection.
## Contents
The sonnet explores themes of love, loss, and betrayal, focusing on a complex relationship between the speaker, a friend, and a woman they both love. The speaker expresses grief over the woman's affection for the friend, acknowledging a sense of loss and the emotional pain it causes. Despite the situation, the speaker attempts to excuse the "offenders," rationalizing their actions through a twisted sense of unity and shared identity. The poem concludes with a bittersweet "joy" derived from the idea that, because the speaker and friend are "one," the woman's love for the friend is, in effect, love for the speaker alone.
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- 2026-01-30T06:26:22.001Z
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- description_title
- Sonnet 42
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- 10972
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- 2026-01-30T06:23:29.732Z
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- That thou hast her it is not all my grief,
And yet it may be said I lou'd her deerely,
That she hath thee is of my wayling cheese,
A losse in loue that touches me more neerely.
Louing offenders thus I will excuse yee,
Thou doost loue her, because thou knowst I loue her,
And for my sake euen so doth she abuse me,
Suffring my friend for my sake to approve her,
If I loose thee, my losse is my loues gaine,
And loosing her, my friend hath found that losse,
Both finde each other, and I loose both twaine,
And both for my sake lay on me this crosse,
But here's the joy, my friend and I are one,
Sweete flattery, then she loues but me alone.
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- title
- Sonnet 42