Sonnet 149 Washington Street, DUMBO

Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not, When I against myself with thee partake Do I not think on thee, when I forgot Am of myself, all, tyrant, for thy sake Who hateth thee that I do call my friend On whom frownst thou that I do fawn upon Nay, if thou lourst on me, do I not spend Revenge upon myself with present moan What merit do I in myself respect, That is so proud thy service to despise, When all my best doth worship thy defect, Commanded by the motion of thine eyes But, love, hate on, for now I know thy mind; Those that can see thou lovst, and I am blind.