For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any

Who for thy self art so unprovident.

Grant if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many

But that thou none lov'st is most evident

For thou art so possessed with murderous hate

That against thy self 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 lodged 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