| 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 | 5 |
| 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, | 10 |
| 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. |