Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not, <br />When I against my self with thee partake? <br />Do I not think on thee when I forgot <br />Am of my self, all tyrant, for thy sake? <br />Who hateth thee that I do call my friend? <br />On whom frown'st thou that I do fawn upon? <br />Nay, if thou lour'st on me, do I not spend <br />Revenge upon my self with present moan? <br />What merit do I in my self respect, <br />That is so proud thy service to despise, <br />When all my best doth worship thy defect, <br />Commanded by the motion of thine eyes? <br /> But, love, hate on, for now I know thy mind: <br /> Those that can see thou lov'st, and I am blind.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-149-canst-thou-o-cruel-say-i-love-thee-no/
