For shame deny that thou bear´st love to any Who for thy self art so unprovident. Grant if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many But that thou none lov´st is most evident
For thou art so possessed with murderous hate That against thy self thou stick´st not to conspire Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate Which to repair should be thy chief desire
O, change thy thought that I may change my mind Shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle love? Be as thy presence is gracious and kind Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove
Make thee another self for love of me That beauty still may live in thine or thee