If I have praised enough, why praise you more
That men should know how rare a flow’r you be;
That doing so might thus increase your store
When those with eyes alone can clearly see?
Is such proud praise for me or yet for you-
That in sweet words I do possess and show
My pow’r to captivate and there accrue
My own sweet praise whereon my own plot grows?
Be sure, my love, these words stand as a truth
Whose calculations are for you alone;
And though such vanities may mar loves’ worth,
A love unlauded, seems a love unknown.
Still, radiant blossom worn on stiff lapel
Doth grace the wearer more than words can tell.
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