Sonnet · Love
Sonnet 62: Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
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.
5Methinks no face so gracious is as mine,
6No shape so true, no truth of such account;
7And for myself mine own worth do define,
8As I all other in all worths surmount.
9But when my glass shows me myself indeed
10Beated and chopp'd with tanned antiquity,
11Mine own self-love quite contrary I read;
12Self so self-loving were iniquity.
13 'Tis thee, — myself, — that for myself I praise,
14 Painting my age with beauty of thy days.
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- Poem
- Sonnet 62: Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
- Poet
- William Shakespeare
- Length
- 14 lines
- Form
- Sonnet
- Themes
- Love, Peace
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- 14 lines · one 14-line stanza
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- Mostly 10-syllable lines (pentameter length).
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- Author record
- William Shakespeare1564–1616
- Source record
- PoetryDBSonnet 62: Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye by william-shakespeare, PoetryDB transcription
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