[1] For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any,
[2] Who for thyself art so unprovident.
[3] Grant, if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many,
[4] But that thou none lovest is most evident;
[5] For thou art so possess'd with murderous hate
[6] That 'gainst thyself thou stick'st not to conspire.
[7] Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate
[8] Which to repair should be thy chief desire.
[9] O, change thy thought, that I may change my mind!
[10] Shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle love?
[11] Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind,
[12] Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove:
[13] Make thee another self, for love of me,
[14] That beauty still may live in thine or thee.
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