Sonnet LXXXIV

Who is it that says most? which can say more	1
Than this rich praise, that you alone are you?	2
In whose confine immured is the store	3
Which should example where your equal grew.	4
Lean penury within that pen doth dwell	5
That to his subject lends not some small glory;	6
But he that writes of you, if he can tell	7
That you are you, so dignifies his story,	8
Let him but copy what in you is writ,	9
Not making worse what nature made so clear,	10
And such a counterpart shall fame his wit,	11
Making his style admired every where.	12
You to your beauteous blessings add a curse,	13
Being fond on praise, which makes your praises worse.	14