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6. Beautie without Love deformitie

Thou art not fayer for all thy red and white,
For all those Rosye temperatures in thee;
Thou art not sweet, though made of meere delight,
Nor fayer nor sweet unlesse thou pittie mee.
Thyne eyes are blacke and yet their glittering brightnes
Can night enlumine in her darkest den;
Thy hands are bloudy thoughts contriv'd of whitnes,
Both blacke and blooddy if they murder men.
Thy browe wheron my good happe doth depend
Fayerer then snow or lyllie in the springe,
Thy Tongue which saves at every sweete words end,
That hard as Marble, This a mortall sting.
I will not soothe thy follyes: thou shalt prove
That Beautie is no Beautie without Love.
finis Idem.