SONNET 62	PARAPHRASE
Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye	I am guilty of the sin of a self-love
And all my soul, and all my every part,	that is in my soul, and throughout every part of me,
And for this sin there is no remedy	and there is no cure for this
It is so grounded inward in my heart.	it is so deep-seated within my soul.
Methinks no face so gracious is as mine,	I think there is no more beautiful face than mine
No shape so true, no truth of such account,	no form as true, no one as truthful,
And for myself mine own worth do define	and my own worth I claim
As I all other in all worths surmount.	is beyond all others.
But when my glass shows me myself indeed	But when I look in the mirror and see
Beated and chopp'd with tanned antiquity,	my battered, weathered old face,
Mine own self-love quite contrary I read:	my self-love must be re-evaluated:
Self so self-loving were iniquity.	a self so infatuated with self-love is wicked(iniquity) and therefore wrong.
'Tis thee, myself, that for myself I praise,	It is you I am praising, not me,
Painting my age with beauty of thy days.	I am describing myself with your youth and beauty.