Sonnet 83

　　I never saw that you did painting need，

　　And therefore to your fair no painting set.

　　I found，or thought I found，you did exceed

　　The barren tender of a poet's debt；

　　And therefore have I slept in your report：

　　That you yourself，being extant，well might show

　　How far a modern quill doth come too short，

　　Speaking of worth，what worth in you doth grow.

　　This silence for my sin you did impute，

　　Which shall be most