Sonnet 54

Love from Afar

  1. 1 O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
  2. 2 By that sweet ornament which truth doth give.
  3. 3 The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
  4. 4 For that sweet odour, which doth in it live.
  5. 5 The canker blooms have full as deep a dye
  6. 6 As the perfumed tincture of the roses.
  7. 7 Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly
  8. 8 When summer's breath their masked buds discloses:
  9. 9 But, for their virtue only is their show,
  10. 10 They live unwoo'd, and unrespected fade;
  11. 11 Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so;
  12. 12 Of their sweet deaths, are sweetest odours made:
  13. 13 And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
  14. 14 When that shall vade, by verse distills your truth.