Shakespeare Sunday: Sonnet Ten

Oh why do you wander through life alone?
And not take your future into account
It's not hard to find love, that much is known,
but alone you can to nothing amount.

Oh why do you hold so much hate within?
Seeking to bring an end to your own name
which you should grow strong and rejoice therein
but unto which you instead bring great shame.

Please reconsider your sad way of life
rekindle your cold heart and let in love
spread love to others and end all your strife
allow yourself to bitterness remove

Oh please! I beg you that you reproduce!
or the world will such a great beauty lose

Original:
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.