Love, you would know yourself from your reflection
if you could see yourself with these, my eyes,
and complex would not crimson your complexion
nor bow your beauty’s blushes from the skies.
Only the looking-glass you beautify
could give you confidence in what I see,
but mirrors, which are more discreet than I,
keep confidence from your discovery.
For if you saw your beauty as it is,
your love would crown a more bejewelled bearer.
One worthier than I would call you his.
Thus I am blest you think yourself no fairer.