| SO shall I live, supposing thou art true | |
| Like a deceived husband; so love’s face | |
| May still seem love to me, though alter’d new; | |
| Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place: | |
| For there can live no hatred in thine eye, | 5 |
| Therefore in that I cannot know thy change. | |
| In many’s looks, the false heart’s history | |
| Is writ in moods, and frowns, and wrinkles strange, | |
| But heaven in thy creation did decree | |
| That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell; | 10 |
| Whate’er thy thoughts or thy heart’s workings be, | |
| Thy looks should nothing thence but sweetness tell. | |
| How like Eve’s apple doth thy beauty grow, | |
| If thy sweet virtue answer not thy show! |