Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear Too calm and sad a face in front of thine; For we too look two ways, and can not shine With the same sunlight on our brow and hair.
This love even, all my worth, to the uttermost, I should not love withal, unless that thou Hadst set me an example, shown me how, When first time thine earnest eyes with mine were crossed And love called love. And thus, I cannot speak Of love even, as a good thing of my own.