Sonnet 84

1 Who is it that says most, which can say more,
2 Than this rich praise: that you alone are you,
3 In whose confine immured is the store,
4 Which should example where your equal grew.
5 Lean penury within that pen doth dwell,
6 That to his subject lends not some small glory,
7 But he that writes of you, if he can tell,
8 That you are you, so dignifies his story.
9 Let him but copy what in you is writ,
10 Not making worse what nature made so clear,
11 And such a counterpart shall fame his wit,
12 Making his style admired every where.
13 You to your beauteous blessings add a curse,
14 Being fond on praise, which makes your praises worse.