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