783Since euery one,
hath euery one,
one
shade,
784And you but one,
can euery
shaddow lend:
785De
scribe
Adonis and the counterfet,
786Is poorely immitated after you,
787On
Hellens cheeke all art of beautie
set,
788And you in
Grecian tires are painted new:
789Speake of the
spring,
and foyzon of the yeare,
790The one doth
shaddow of your beautie
show,
791The other as your bountie doth appeare,
792And you in euery ble
ssed
shape we know.
793 In all externall grace you haue
some part,
794But you like none,
none you for con
stant heart.
796OH how much more doth beautie beautious
seeme,
797By that
sweet ornament which truth doth giue,
798The Ro
se lookes faire, but fairer we it deeme
799For that
sweet odor,
which doth in it liue:
800The Canker bloomes haue full as deepe a die,
801As the perfumed tin
cture of the Ro
ses,
802Hang on
such thornes,
and play as wantonly,
803When
sommers breath their masked buds di
sclo
ses:
804But for their virtue only is their
show,
805They liue vnwoo'd, and vnre
spe
cted fade,
806Die to them
selues . Sweet Ro
ses doe not
so,
807Of their
sweet deathes, are
sweete
st odors made:
808 And
so of you,
beautious and louely youth,
809When that
shall vade,
by ver
se di
stils your truth.
811NOt marble, nor the guilded monument,
812Of Princes
shall out-liue this powrefull rime,
813But you
shall
shine more bright in the
se contents
814Then vn
swept
stone, be
smeer'd with
slutti
sh time.
815When wa
stefull warre
shall
Statues ouer-turne,
816And broiles roote out the worke of ma
sonry,
817Nor
Mars his
sword, nor warres quick
fire
shall burne:
818The liuing record of your memory.
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