Who is it that says most? which can
say more
Than this rich praise, that you alone
are you?
In whose confine immured is the store
Which should example where your equal
grew.
Lean penury within that pen doth dwell
That to his subject lends not some small
glory;
But he that writes of you, if he can
tell
That you are you, so dignifies his
story,
Let him but copy what in you is writ,
Not making worse what nature made so
clear,
And such a counterpart shall fame his
wit,
Making his style admired every where.
You to your beauteous blessings add a
curse,
Being fond on praise, which makes your
praises worse.
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