Sonnet 149: Canst Thou, O Cruel, Say I Love Thee Not
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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 frownst thou that I do fawn upon? Nay, if thou lourst 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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