Sonnet 82

The Rival Poet

  1. 1 I grant thou wert not married to my Muse,
  2. 2 And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook
  3. 3 The dedicated words which writers use
  4. 4 Of their fair subject, blessing every book.
  5. 5 Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue,
  6. 6 Finding thy worth a limit past my praise;
  7. 7 And therefore art enforced to seek anew
  8. 8 Some fresher stamp of the time-bettering days.
  9. 9 And do so, love; yet when they have devis'd,
  10. 10 What strained touches rhetoric can lend,
  11. 11 Thou truly fair, wert truly sympathiz'd
  12. 12 In true plain words, by thy true-telling friend;
  13. 13 And their gross painting might be better us'd
  14. 14 Where cheeks need blood; in thee it is abus'd.