Sonnet 84

　　Who is it that says most which can say more

　　Than this rich praise：that you alone are you，

　　In whose confine immured is the store

　　Which should example where your equal grew？

　　Lean penury within that pen doth dwell

　　That to his subject lends not some small glory；

　　But he that writes of you，if he can tell

　　That you are you，so dignifies his story.

　　Let him but copy what in you is writ，

　　Not making worse what nature mad