O thou did ask why should I write of thee
in words not from thy mouth but from thine eyes,
and in their way they ask'd dost thou see me
as thou hast writ as if to catechize
upon the very substance of thy form
and that true deceit doth itself deceive,
like Nature doth herself with springtime warm
and all responds as though 'twere summer's eve.
Yet all is true but yet all is not so
for each to each hath in itself a part,
for past-gone Winter lends April his snow,
to him her flow'rs presaging Spring to start.
So with these lines thou dost lend of thyself
so lies the truth deceit deceives itself.