|He lends thee vertue,and he stole that word,
From thy behauiour,beautie doth he giue
And found it in thy cheeke: he can affoord
No praise to thee,but what in thee doth liue.
Then thanke him not for that which he doth say,
Since what he owes thee,thou thy selfe doost pay,
|And in the praise thereof spends all his might,
To make me toung-tide speaking of your fame.
But since your worth(wide as the Ocean is)
The humble as the proudest saile doth beare,
My sawsie barke(inferior farre to his)
On your broad maine doth wilfully appeare.
Your shallowest helpe will hold me vp a floate,
Whilst he vpon your soundlesse deepe doth ride,
Or ( being wrackt ) I am a worthlesse bote,
He of tall building,and of goodly pride.
Then If he thriue and I be cast away,
The worst was this,my loue was my decay.
|From hence your memory death cannot take,
Although in me each part will be forgotten.
Your name from hence immortall life shall haue,
Though I ( once gone) to all the world must dye,
The earth can yeeld me but a common graue,
When you intombed in mens eyes shall lye,
Your monument shall be my gentle verse,
Which eyes not yet created shall ore-read,
And toungs to be,your beeing shall rehearse,
When all the breathers of this world are dead,
You still shall liue (such vertue hath my Pen)
Where breath most breaths,euen in the mouths of men.