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Marguerite SONNET NO. 92           But do thy worst  to steal thy self away         For term of life, thou art assured mine,         And life no longer than thy love  will stay,         For it depends upon that love of thine.         Then need I not to fear the worst of wrongs,         When in the least of them, my life hath end,         I see, a better state to me belongs         Than that which on thy humour doth depend,         Thou canst not vex me with inconstant mind,         Since that my life  on thy revolt doth lie,         0, what a happy title do I find,         Happy to have thy love , happy to die!         But what's so blessed fair that fears no blot,         Thou mayst be false and yet I know it not.

  Note the repetition of the following words, we find-thy worst,
thy  self, thy  love, thy  humour, thy  revolt, thy  love.

  Here Bacon, addressing his love Marguerite, tells her that
even if she deserts him (steals away) she is his for his life which
depends on her love for him but that on his death-he will be
in a better state as he will no longer have to depend on her
humour and that she can then no longer vex him with her
inconstant mind-but that if he had her love he will still be
happy although he fears that she may be false and that he does
not know it.

 

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