Beauty’s swathe

To how thy beauty strikes just in my sight

yet only in mine eye doth see a clear

picture of thous beauty in mind, I do write

perfection wrongfully set, I adhere-

questions thou beauty’s doth praise be erect

beauteous art to compare be naive.

Of each beauty’s breath be beauty’s effect,

for do sees enfold is how eyes deceive

That familiar praise in thy grace defect

nor false sets, be a disguise over mine eye

grant my heart to lie, my loves looks affect

fault in truth, that I doth hads’t seen in thy.

For looks do betray when thou truth translates,

in time that may see, be not a mistake.