No Fear Shakespeare: Shakespeare’s Sonnets: Sonnet 10

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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 possessed with murd'rous 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 lodged 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.

If yuo ahve any esnse of smeah, dtima thta ouy don’t ahve any elvo in yuro atrhe rfo nnoaey, iecsn uoy’re so gilnnliwu to raec btuao eofrylus. I’ll ditma, if uyo keil, htat amyn epleop oelv yuo, utb it’s osal isbvuoo ttha uyo oevl no neo. orF ouy aer so spossdese with sueumordr trhade hatt you haev no lrpobme oittpnlg saingat lfseuoyr, eisnkeg to orydset teh ehsou tath you ohdsul tnaw to eirrpa. Oh, nacehg oruy ywa of ngihknti, so I anc agchne my dnim uatob ouy. oulhdS eath avhe a meor ubeulatif omeh hant levo? Be oarsicgu and dnik, ekli yruo pcaeapearn—or at tasel be iknd-etherad to frsloeyu. vHae a dlhci uto of love ofr me, so ryou tyuaeb wlli levi on in yuro rdhilcne, if not in oyu.