1 O, from what pow'r hast thou this pow'rful might
2 With insufficiency my heart to sway,
3 To make me give the lie to my true sight,
4 And swear that brightness doth not grace the day?
5 Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill,
6 That in the very refuse of thy deeds
7 There is such strength and warrantize of skill
8 That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds?
9 Who taught thee how to make me love thee more,
10 The more I hear and see just cause of hate?
11 O, though I love what others do abhor,
12 With others thou shouldst not abhor my state:
13 If thy unworthiness rais'd love in me,
14 More worthy I to be beloved of thee.