Who is it that says most, which can say more, <br />Than this rich praise, that you alone, are you, <br />In whose confine immured is the store <br />Which should example where your equal grew? <br />Lean penury within that pen doth dwell <br />That to his subject lends not some small glory; <br />But he that writes of you, if he can tell <br />That you are you, so dignifies his story. <br />Let him but copy what in you is writ, <br />Not making worse what nature made so clear, <br />And such a counterpart shall fame his wit, <br />Making his style admired every where. <br />You to your beauteous blessings add a curse, <br />Being fond on praise, which makes your praises worse.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-84-who-is-it-that-says-most-which-can-say-more/
