Sonnet 149

　　Canst thou，O cruel！say I love thee not，

　　When I，against myself，with thee partake？

　　Do I not think on thee，when I forgot

　　Am of myself，all tyrant for thy sake？

　　Who hateth thee that I do call my friend？

　　On whom frown'st thou that I do fawn upon？

　　Nay，if thou lour'st on me，do I not spend

　　Revenge upon myself with present moan？

　　What merit do I in myself respect，

　　That is so proud thy service to despise，