Sonnet 62

1 Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye,
2 And all my soul, and all my every part;
3 And for this sin there is no remedy,
4 It is so grounded inward in my heart.
5 Methinks no face so gracious is as mine,
6 No shape so true, no truth of such account,
7 And for my self mine own worth do define,
8 As I all other in all worths surmount.
9 But when my glass shows me my self indeed
10 beated and chopt with tanned antiquity,
11 Mine own self-love quite contrary I read:
12 Self, so self-loving were iniquity.
13 ’Tis thee, myself, that for myself I praise,
14 Painting my age with beauty of thy days.