Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive.

Love is my sin$$$ and thy dear virtue hate$$$
Hate of my sin$$$ grounded on sinful loving.

His beauty shall in these black lines be seen$$$ and they shall live$$$ and he in them still green.

O! how shall summer's honey breath hold out$$$
Against the wrackful siege of battering days?

In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west$$$
Which by and by black night doth take away
Death's second self$$$ that seals up all in rest.

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
And make me travel forth without my cloak$$$
To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way$$$
Hiding they brav'ry in their rotten smoke?

If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide$$$
By self-example mayst thou be denied.

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks$$$
But bears it out even to the edge of doom:
If this be error and upon me proved$$$
I never writ$$$ nor no man ever loved

Why should we rise because 'tis light?
Did we lie down because t'was night?

All days are nights to see till I see thee$$$
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.