Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted/Sonnet 149
For other versions of this work, see Sonnet 149 (Shakespeare).
149Canst thou O cruell, say I loue thee not,When I against my selfe with thee pertake; Doe I not thinke on thee when I forgotAm of my selfe, all tirant for thy sake?Who hateth thee that I doe call my friend,On whom froun'st thou that I doe faune vpon,Nay if thou lowrst on me doe I not spendReuenge vpon my selfe with present mone?What merrit do I in my selfe respect,That is so proude thy seruice to dispise,When all my best doth worship thy defect,Commanded by the motion of thine eyes.But loue hate on for now I know thy minde,Those that can see thou lou'st, and I am blind.