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Sonnet 62
1Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
2And all my soul, and all my every part;
3And for this sin there is no remedy,
4It is so grounded inward in my heart.
5Me thinks no face so gracious is as mine,
6No shape so true, no truth of such account,
7And for my self mine own worth do define,
8As I all other in all worths surmount.
11Mine own self-love quite contrary I read;
12Self, so self loving, were iniquity;
13    'Tis thee (my self) that for my self I praise,
14    Painting my age with beauty of thy days.


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