Sonnet 10

1 For shame deny that thou bear’st love to any
2 Who for thyself art so unprovident.
3 Grant if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many,
4 But that thou none lov’st is most evident:
5 For thou art so possessed with murd’rous hate,
6 That ’gainst thyself thou stick’st not to conspire,
7 Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate
8 Which to repair should be thy chief desire:
9 O change thy thought, that I may change my mind,
10 Shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle love?
11 Be as thy presence is gracious and kind,
12 Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove,
13 Make thee another self for love of me,
14 That beauty still may live in thine or thee.