Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted/Sonnet 149

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For other versions of this work, see Sonnet 149 (Shakespeare).
149
Canst thou O cruell, say I loue thee not,
When I against my selfe with thee pertake;
Doe I not thinke on thee when I forgot
Am of my selfe, all tirant for thy sake?
Who hateth thee that I doe call my friend,
On whom froun'st thou that I doe faune vpon,
Nay if thou lowrst on me doe I not spend
Reuenge vpon my selfe with present mone?
What merrit do I in my selfe respect,
That is so proude thy seruice to dispise,
When all my best doth worship thy defect,
Commanded by the motion of thine eyes.
But loue hate on for now I know thy minde,
Those that can see thou lou'st, and I am blind.