I grant thou wert not married to my Muse, <br />And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook <br />The dedicated words which writers use <br />Of their fair subject, blessing every book. <br />Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue, <br />Finding thy worth a limit past my praise; <br />And therefore art enforced to seek anew <br />Some fresher stamp of the time-bettering days. <br />And do so, love; yet when they have devis'd, <br />What strained touches rhetoric can lend, <br />Thou truly fair, wert truly sympathiz'd <br />In true plain words, by thy true-telling friend; <br />And their gross painting might be better us'd <br />Where cheeks need blood; in thee it is abus'd.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-82-i-grant-thou-wert-not-married-to-my-muse/
