SIN of self-love possesseth
all mine eye |
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And all my soul and all my every part; |
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And for this sin there is no remedy, |
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It is so grounded inward in my heart. |
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Methinks no face so gracious is as mine, |
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No shape so true, no truth of such account; |
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And for myself mine own worth do define, |
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As I all other in all worths surmount. |
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But when my glass shows me myself indeed, |
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Beated and choppd with tannd
antiquity, |
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Mine own self-love quite contrary I read; |
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Self so self-loving were iniquity. |
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Tis thee, myself,that
for myself I praise, |
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Painting my age with beauty of
thy days. |
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