My eyes know beauty's art has need for praise;
For beauty stares herself into defect
And has believe the suitors pass her gaze;
Then seeks some vial to apply effect,
Adverts desire do play to worsen her;
Perfection shown does taunt the blemished seen:
'Till godly art has then became a blur-
That rapids youth to then what has now been.
But as with beauty's grace mans voice can't shy
And bounds him words into rethink her eyes
That her to her own beauty can't deny:
Her portrait has the sun in her arise;

As tho' in beauty one has two allowed
Should one have lost itself about a cloud.