- For shame! deny that thou bear’st love to any,
- Who for thyself art so unprovident.
- Grant, if thou wilt, thou art belov’d of many,
- But that thou none lov’st is most evident:
- For thou art so possess’d with murderous hate,
- That ’gainst thyself thou stick’st not to conspire,
- Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate
- Which to repair should be thy chief desire.
- O! change thy thought, that I may 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.