Sonnet CXLIX
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Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not, | 1
When I against myself with thee partake? | 2
Do I not think on thee, when I forgot | 3
Am of myself, all tyrant, for thy sake? | 4
Who hateth thee that I do call my friend? | 5
On whom frown'st thou that I do fawn upon? | 6
Nay, if thou lour'st on me, do I not spend | 7
Revenge upon myself with present moan? | 8
What merit do I in myself respect, | 9
That is so proud thy service to despise, | 10
When all my best doth worship thy defect, | 11
Commanded by the motion of thine eyes? | 12
But, love, hate on, for now I know thy mind; | 13
Those that can see thou lovest, and I am blind. | 14
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