766SO am I as the rich who
se ble
ssed key,
767Can bring him to his
sweet vp-locked trea
sure,
768The which he will not eu'ry hower
suruay,
769For blunting the
fine point of
seldome plea
sure.
770Therefore are fea
sts
so
sollemne and
so rare,
771Since
sildom comming in the long yeare
set,
772Like
stones of worth they thinly placed are,
773Or captaine Iewells in the carconet.
774So is the time that keepes you as my che
st,
775Or as the ward-robe which the robe doth hide,
776To make
some
speciall in
stant
speciall ble
st,
777By new vnfoulding his impri
son'd pride.
778 Ble
ssed are you who
se worthine
sse giues skope,
779Being had to tryumph,
being lackt to hope.
781WHat is your
sub
stance,
whereof are you made,
782That millions of
strange
shaddowes on you tend?
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.