Sonnet 62

Lyrics
Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye And 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 indeed Beated and chopp'd with tann'd 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 agе with beauty of thy days
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Credits
- Writers
- William Shakespeare