I grant thou wert not married to my
Muse
And therefore mayst without attaint
o'erlook
The dedicated words which writers use
Of their fair subject, blessing every
book
Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue,
Finding thy worth a limit past my
praise,
And therefore art enforced to seek anew
Some fresher stamp of the time-bettering
days
And do so, love; yet when they have
devised
What strained touches rhetoric can lend,
Thou truly fair wert truly sympathized
In true plain words by thy true-telling
friend;
And their gross painting might be
better used
Where cheeks need blood; in thee it is
abused.
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