Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye, <br />And all my soul, and all my every part; <br />And for this sin there is no remedy, <br />It is so grounded inward in my heart. <br />Methinks no face so gracious is as mine, <br />No shape so true, no truth of such account; <br />And for my self mine own worth do define, <br />As I all other in all worths surmount. <br />But when my glass shows me myself indeed <br />Beated and chapped with tanned antiquity, <br />Mine own self-love quite contrary I read; <br />Self so self-loving were iniquity. <br /> 'Tis thee, myself, that for my self I praise, <br /> Painting my age with beauty of thy days.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-62-sin-of-self-love-possesseth-all-mine-e/
