[1] Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,
[2] When I against myself with thee partake?
[3] Do I not think on thee, when I forgot
[4] Am of myself, all tyrant, for thy sake?
[5] Who hateth thee that I do call my friend?
[6] On whom frown'st thou that I do fawn upon?
[7] Nay, if thou lour'st on me, do I not spend
[8] Revenge upon myself with present moan?
[9] What merit do I in myself respect,
[10] That is so proud thy service to despise,
[11] When all my best doth worship thy defect,
[12] Commanded by the motion of thine eyes?
[13] But, love, hate on, for now I know thy mind;
[14] Those that can see thou lovest, and I am blind.
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