Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view...
Sonnet 69Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend; All tongues, the voice of souls, give thee that due, Uttering bare truth, even so as foes commend. Thy outward thus with outward praise is crown'd; But those same tongues that give thee so thine own In other accents do this praise confound By seeing farther than the eye hath shown. They look into the beauty of thy mind, And that, in guess, they measure by thy deeds; Then, churls, their thoughts, although their eyes were kind, To thy fair flower add the rank smell of weeds: But why thy odour matcheth not thy show, The solve is this, that thou dost common grow. |
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Your external beauty is perfect: no-one can or will deny that, everyone says so. But then people look further, into you character – which they can only judge by what you do. When they do so, even though they praised your good looks, they whisper bad things about you and say you stink.
Why the mismatch? Because you fool around too much.
Why the mismatch? Because you fool around too much.