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 murd`rous hate, That `gainst 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 thy self at least kind-hearted prove, Make thee another self for love of me, That beauty still may live in thine or thee.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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