For Shame Deny That Thou Bear’st Love To Any
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.
