They look into the beauty of thy mind, | 9
And that, in guess, they measure by thy deeds; | 10
Then, churls, their thoughts, although their eyes were kind, | 11
To thy fair flower add the rank smell of weeds: | 12
    But why thy odour matcheth not thy show, | 13
    The solve is this, that thou dost common grow. | 14
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