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| For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any, | 1 |
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| Who for thy self art so unprovident. |
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| Grant, if thou wilt, thou art belov'd of many, |
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| But that thou none lov'st is most evident: |
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| For thou art so possess'd with murderous hate, | 5 |
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| That 'gainst thy self thou stick'st not to conspire, |
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| Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate |
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| Which to repair should be thy chief desire. |
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| O! change thy thought, that I may change my mind: |
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| Shall hate be fairer lodg'd than gentle love? | 10 |
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| Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind, |
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| Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove: |
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 Make thee another self for love of me, |
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| That beauty still may live in thine or thee. |
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