For shame, deny that thou bear'st love to any Who for thyself art so unprovident. Grant if thou wilt, thou art beloved 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.
[00:58.04]For shame, deny that thou bear'st love to any [01:01.52]Who for thyself art so unprovident. [01:04.15]Grant if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many, [01:06.77]But that thou none lov'st is most evident; [01:09.39]For thou art so possessed with murd'rous hate, [01:12.71]That 'gainst thyself thou stick'st not to conspire, [01:15.23]Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate, [01:19.07]Which to repair should be thy chief desire.
