For shame!Deny that thou bear’st love to eny
Who for thyself art so umprovident:
Grant if thou wilt, thou art belov’d of many,
But that thou none lov’st is most evident:
Fot thou art so possess’d with murd’rous hate,
That’ gainst thiself thou stick’st not to conspire,
Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate
Which to repair shuld be thy chief desire:
O change thy thought, that I my change my mind,
Shall hate be fairer lodg’d 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