Sonnet 150

　　O，from what power hast thou this powerful might

　　With insufficiency my heart to sway，

　　To make me give the lie to my true sight，

　　And swear that brightness doth not grace the day？

　　Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill，

　　That in the very refuse of thy deeds

　　There is such strength and warrantise of skill，

　　That，in my mind，thy worst all best exceeds？

　　Who taught thee how to make me love thee more，

　　The more I hear