O, from what power hast thou this powerful might <br /> With insufficiency my heart to sway? <br /> To make me give the lie to my true sight, <br /> And swear that brightness doth not grace the day? <br /> Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill, <br /> That in the very refuse of thy deeds <br /> There is such strength and warrantize of skill <br /> That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds? <br /> Who taught thee how to make me love thee more <br /> The more I hear and see just cause of hate? <br /> O, though I love what others do abhor, <br /> With others thou shouldst not abhor my state: <br /> If thy unworthiness raised love in me, <br /> More worthy I to be beloved of thee.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-cl/
