Shakespeare Sonnet
Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee
not,
When I against myself with thee
partake?
Do I not think on thee, when I forgot
Am of myself, all tyrant, for thy
sake?
Who hateth thee that I do call my
friend?
On whom frown'st thou that I do fawn
upon?
Nay, if thou lour'st on me, do I not
spend
Revenge upon myself with present
moan?
What merit do I in myself respect,
That is so proud thy service to
despise,
When all my best doth worship thy
defect,
Commanded by the motion of thine
eyes?
But, love, hate on, for now I know
thy mind;
Those that can see thou lovest, and I
am blind
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