Sonnet 10

　　For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any，

　　Who for thyself 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 thyself thou stick'st not to conspire，

　　Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate

　　Which to repair should be thy chief desire.

　　O，change thy thought，that I may change my mind!

　　Shall hate be fair