Fairest and kindest of all woman-kind:
Since you did me the undeserved grace
In your fair eye to shew me my bad face;
With loan I'll pay you in the self-same kind:
Look in mine eye, and I will shew to you
The fairest face that heaven's eye doth view.

But the small worthless glass of my dim eye
Scarce shews the picture of your heav'nly face,
Which yet each slightest turn doth straight deface.
But could, oh could you once my heart espy,
Your form at large you there engraved should see,
Which, nor by time, nor death can rased be.