Sonnet 83
I never saw that you did painting
need
«William Shakespeare»
I never saw that you did painting need,
And therefore to your
fair no painting set,
I found (or thought I
found) you did exceed,
That barren tender of
a poet's debt:
And therefore have I
slept in your report,
That you your self
being extant well might show,
How far a modern
quill doth come too short,
Speaking of worth,
what worth in you doth grow.
This silence for my
sin you did impute,
Which shall be most
my glory being dumb,
For I impair not
beauty being mute,
When others would
give life, and bring a tomb.
There lives more life
in one of your fair eyes,
Than both your poets
can in praise devise.
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