766SO am I as the rich whose blessed key,

767Can bring him to his sweet vp-locked treasure,

768The which he will not eu'ry hower suruay,

769For blunting the fine point of seldome pleasure.

770Therefore are feasts 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 chest,

775Or as the ward-robe which the robe doth hide,

776To make some speciall instant speciall blest,

777By new vnfoulding his imprison'd pride.

778 Blessed are you whose worthinesse giues skope,

779Being had to tryumph, being lackt to hope.

781WHat is your substance, 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:

785Describe 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 blessed shape we know.

793 In all externall grace you haue some part,

794But you like none, none you for constant heart.

796OH how much more doth beautie beautious seeme,

797By that sweet ornament which truth doth giue,

798The Rose 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 tincture of the Roses,

802Hang on such thornes, and play as wantonly,

803When sommers breath their masked buds discloses:

804But for their virtue only is their show,

805They liue vnwoo'd, and vnrespected fade,

806Die to themselues . Sweet Roses doe not so,

807Of their sweet deathes, are sweetest odors made:

808 And so of you, beautious and louely youth,

809When that shall vade, by verse distils your truth.