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 belov'd of many,
4 But that thou none lov'st is most evident;
5 For thou art so possess'd with murd'rous 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 lodg'd 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.