Sonnet 10. For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any

For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any

Who for thy self art so unprovident.

Grant if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many

But that thou none lov'st is most evident:

For thou art so possessed with murd'rous hate

That 'gainst thy self thou stick'st not to conspire

Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate

Which to repair should be thy chief desire: