- 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,
- 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;
- 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!