Shakespeare's Sonnets: Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye

Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eyeAnd all my soul, and all my every part;And for this sin there is no remedy,It is so grounded inward in my heart.Me thinks no face so gracious is as mine,No shape so true, no truth of such account,And for my self mine own worth do define,As I all other in all worths surmount.But when my glass shews me my self indeedBeated and chop't with tann'd antiquity,Mine own self-love quite contrary I read;Self, so self loving, were iniquity; 'Tis thee (my self) that for my self I praise, Painting my age with beauty of thy days.