For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any
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Who for thy self art so unprovident.
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Grant if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many
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But that thou none lov'st is most evident
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For thou art so possessed with murderous hate
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That against 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 lodged than gentle love?
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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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Sonnet 10
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| Rufus Wainwright |
