Sonnet 10
A hockey fans take
| 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 lovest is most evident; |
| For thou art so possess'd with murderous hate |
| That 'gainst thyself thou stick'st not to conspire. |
| Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate |
| Which to repair should be thy chief desire. |
| O, change thy thought, that I may change my mind! |
| Shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle love? |
| Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind, |
| Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove: |
| Make thee another self, for love of me, |
| That beauty still may live in thine or thee. |
