По совести скажи: кого ты любишь?
Ты знаешь, любят многие тебя.
Но так беспечно молодость ты губишь,
Что ясно всем - живешь ты, не любя.

Свои лютый враг, не зная сожаленья,
Ты разрушаешь тайно день за днем
Великолепный, ждущий обновленья,
К тебе в наследство перешедший дом.

Переменись - и я прощу обиду,
В душе любовь, а не вражду пригрей.
Будь так же нежен, как прекрасен с виду,
И стань к себе щедрее и добрей.

Пусть красота живет не только ныне,
Но повторит себя в любимом сыне.

Уильям Шекспир

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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.

If you have any sense of shame, admit that you don't have any love in your heart for anyone, since you're so unwilling to care about yourself.  I'll admit, if you like, that many people love you, but it's also obvious that you love no one.  For you are so possessed with murderous hatred that you have no problem plotting against yourself, seeking to destroy the house that you should want to repair.  Oh, change your way of thinking, so I can change my mind about you.  Should hate have a more beautiful home than love?  Be gracious and kind, like your appearance - or at least be kind-hearted to yourself.  Have a child out of love for me, so your beauty will live on in your children if not in you.