Sonnet 62. Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye

Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye

And all my soul, and all my every part;

And for this sin there is no remedy

It is so grounded inward in my heart.

Methinks no face so gracious is as mine

No shape so true, no truth of such account

And for my self mine own worth do define

As I all other in all worths surmount.