| 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, | 5 |
| 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, | 10 |
| 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. |