For shame! deny that thou bear�st love to any |
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FOR shame! deny that thou bear�st love to any Who for thyself art so unprovident. Grant, if thou wilt, thou art belov�d of many, But that thou none lov�st is most evident; For thou art so possess�d with murderous 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 fairer lodg�d than gentle love? Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind, Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove: Make thee another self, for love of me, That beauty still may live in thine or thee. |
| Sonnet X, William Shakespeare |
| Bad Habits |
| Oil pastels, 2004 |