Thou needst not scorn me. All my praise of thee

Though't be of that which opens men's desire

(Being of thy beauty), from desire is free.

My flame upon thine altars has no fire.

Beauty should beauty mate, lest by addition

It do subtraction suffer. So I name

Thy true mate beautiful. Thus my perdition

Myself desire and mine own love disclaim.

That this renouncement of the very thought

Of thy possible love, were't such or no,

Gives pain, is sure; yet the pain given does not

From the renouncement, but its reason, flow.

The gods that fated me not beautiful

Fated this just renouncement possible.