Shakespeare manages to say he's the hottest guy on earth and then humble himself all in one sonnet, what a guy!

Here is the image of Shakespeare I talked about: https://www.theguardian.com/culture/2021/mar/19/shakespeare-grave-effigy-believed-to-be-definitive-likeness

Sonnet 62
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.Methinks no face so gracious is as mine,No shape so true, no truth of such account;And for myself mine own worth do define,As I all other in all worths surmount.But when my glass shows me myself indeedBeated and chopp'd with tanned antiquity,Mine own self-love quite contrary I read;Self so self-loving were iniquity.   'Tis thee, myself, that for myself I praise,   Painting my age with beauty of thy days.

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