1667Your love and pity doth th'impression fill

1668Which vulgar scandal stamped upon my brow;

1669For what care I who calls me well or ill

1670So you o'er-green my bad, my good allow?

1671You are my all-the-world, and I must strive

1672To know my shames and praises from your tongue;

1673None else to me, nor I to none alive,

1674That my steeled sense o'er-changes right or wrong.

1675In so profound abysm I throw all care

1676Of others' voices, that my adder's sense

1677To critic and to flatterer stoppèd are.

1678Mark how with my neglect I do dispense:

1679 You are so strongly in my purpose bred

1680 That all the world besides, methinks, are dead.

1682Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind,

1683And that which governs me to go about

1684Doth part his function, and is partly blind;

1685Seems seeing, but effectually is out;

1686For it no form delivers to the heart

1687Of bird, of flower, or shape which it doth latch;

1688Of his quick objects hath the mind no part,

1689Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch:

1690For if it see the rud'st or gentlest sight,

1691The most sweet-favored or deformed'st creature,

1692The mountain, or the sea, the day, or night,

1693The crow, or dove, it shapes them to your feature.

1694 Incapable of more, replete with you,

1695 My most true mind thus maketh mine untrue.

1697Or whether doth my mind, being crowned with you,

1698Drink up the monarch's plague, this flattery?

1699Or whether shall I say mine eye saith true,

1700And that your love taught it this alchemy,

1701To make of monsters, and things indigest

1702Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble,

1703Creating every bad a perfect best

1704As fast as objects to his beams assemble?

1705Oh, 'tis the first, 'tis flatt'ry in my seeing,

1706And my great mind most kingly drinks it up.

1707Mine eye well knows what with his gust is 'greeing,

1708And to his palate doth prepare the cup.

1709 If it be poisoned, 'tis the lesser sin,

1710 That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.