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

William Shakespeare·1564–1616
Lines:14Movement:English Renaissance
Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eyeAnd 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 myself mine own worth do define,As I all other in all worths surmount.But when my glass shows me myself indeedBeated and chopp'd with tanned antiquity,Mine own self-love quite contrary I read;Self so self-loving were iniquity. 'Tis thee,--myself,--that for myself I praise, Painting my age with beauty of thy days.