Shakespeare tells his lover that he's happy to take the blame for a load of things in their relationship even if it wasn't his fault. Weird bloke.

Sonnet 88

When thou shalt be disposed to set me light,
And place my merit in the eye of scorn,
Upon thy side, against myself I'll fight,
And prove thee virtuous, though thou art forsworn.
With mine own weakness being best acquainted,
Upon thy part I can set down a story
Of faults concealed, wherein I am attainted;
That thou in losing me shalt win much glory:
And I by this will be a gainer too;
For bending all my loving thoughts on thee,
The injuries that to myself I do,
Doing thee vantage, double-vantage me.
Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
That for thy right, myself will bear all wrong.

Happy New Year! What better way to start 2025 than with a Shakespearean sonnet all about the end of a relationship.

Sonnet 87

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.
Thy self thou gavest, thy own worth then not knowing,
Or me to whom thou gav'st it else mistaking;
So thy great gift, upon misprision growing,
Comes home again, on better judgement making.
Thus have I had thee, as a dream doth flatter,
In sleep a king, but waking no such matter.

Enjoy this very special festive episode of The Final Couplet with the one and only Kaffe Keating returning for another year of chat about Shakespeare at Christmas and the mad traditions that surrounded him.

Many thanks to the Bristol Folk House Choir for their amazing rendition of "The Boar's Head Carol" arranged by Anna Tabbush.