For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any,
Just think how wasteful is your life deprived of love.
If only you could know life is for love and caring,
I would forgive the slight for precious memories of ours.
Beware of the grievous outcome you’ll have to bear:
No love, no fruit of love in your life’s final days,
No hopes to be remembered how you fared,
Just books and poetry you will be mentioned by.
Think of the pleasures you deny yourself
This waste will show before you even passed away.

W.Shakespeare. Sonnet # 10

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.