For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any, <br /> Who for thyself art so unprovident. <br /> Grant, if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many, <br /> But that thou none lovest is most evident; <br /> For thou art so possess'd with murderous hate <br /> That 'gainst thyself thou stick'st not to conspire. <br /> Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate <br /> Which to repair should be thy chief desire. <br /> O, change thy thought, that I may change my mind! <br /> Shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle love? <br /> Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind, <br /> Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove: <br /> Make thee another self, for love of me, <br /> That beauty still may live in thine or thee.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-x-2/
