| SONNET 150 |
PARAPHRASE |
| O, from what power hast thou this powerful might |
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| With insufficiency my heart to sway? |
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| To make me give the lie to my true sight, |
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| And swear that brightness doth not grace the day? |
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| Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill, |
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| That in the very refuse of thy deeds |
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| There is such strength and warrantize of skill |
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| That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds? |
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| Who taught thee how to make me love thee more |
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| The more I hear and see just cause of hate? |
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| O, though I love what others do abhor, |
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| With others thou shouldst not abhor my state: |
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| If thy unworthiness raised love in me, |
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| More worthy I to be beloved of thee. |
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