The Sonnets XXI - So is it not with me as with that Muse
So is it not with me as with that Muse, Stirrd by a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven itself for ornament doth use And every fair with his fair doth rehearse, Making a couplement of proud compare, With sun and moon, with earth and seas rich gems, With Aprils first-born flowers, and all things rare, That heavens air in this huge rondure hems. O! let me, true in love, but truly write, And then believe me, my love is as fair As any mothers child, though not so bright As those gold candles fixd in heavens air: Let them say more that like of hearsay well; I will not praise that purpose not to sell.
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