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Sonnet LXII
Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
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And all my soul and all my every part;
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And for this sin there is no remedy,
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It is so grounded inward in my heart.
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Methinks no face so gracious is as mine,
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No shape so true, no truth of such account;
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And for myself mine own worth do define,
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As I all other in all worths surmount.
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But when my glass shows me myself indeed,
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Beated and chopp'd with tann'd antiquity,
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Mine own self-love quite contrary I read;
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Self so self-loving were iniquity.
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'Tis thee, myself, that for myself I praise,
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Painting my age with beauty of thy days.
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