- 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
- 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,
- 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.