Sweetheart, that thou art fair I know, br More fair to me br Than flowers that make the loveliest show br To tempt the bee. br br When other girls, whose faces are, br Beside thy face, br As rushlights to the evening star, br Deny thy grace, br br I silent sit and let them speak, br As men of strength br Allow the impotent and weak br To rail at length. br br If they should tell me Love is blind, br And so doth miss br The faults which they are quick to find, br I'd answer this: br br Envy is blind; not Love, whose eyes br Are purged and clear br Through gazing on the perfect skies br Of thine, my dear.