| O! FROM what power hast thou this powerful might | |
| With insufficiency my heart to sway? | |
| To make me give the lie to my true sight, | |
| And swear that brightness doth not grace the day? | |
| Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill, | 5 |
| That in the very refuse of thy deeds | |
| There is such strength and warrantise of skill, | |
| That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds? | |
| Who taught thee how to make me love thee more, | |
| The more I hear and see just cause of hate? | 10 |
| O! though I love what others do abhor, | |
| With others thou shouldst not abhor my state: | |
| If thy unworthiness rais’d love in me, | |
| More worthy I to be belov’d of thee. |