The Sonnets LXXXII - I grant thou wert not married to my Muse
I grant thou wert not married to my Muse, And therefore mayst without attaint oerlook The dedicated words which writers use Of their fair subject, blessing every book. Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue, Finding thy worth a limit past my praise; And therefore art enforced to seek anew Some fresher stamp of the time-bettering days. And do so, love; yet when they have devisd, What strained touches rhetoric can lend, Thou truly fair, wert truly sympathizd In true plain words, by thy true-telling friend; And their gross painting might be better usd Where cheeks need blood; in thee it is abusd.
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