Sonnet 125: Were't aught to me I bore the canopy

1Were't aught to me I bore the canopy,

2With my extern the outward honouring,

3Or laid great bases for eternity,

4Which proves more short than waste or ruining?

5Have I not seen dwellers on form and favour

6Lose all and more by paying too much rent

7For compound sweet; forgoing simple savour,

8Pitiful thrivers, in their gazing spent?

9No; let me be obsequious in thy heart,

10And take thou my oblation, poor but free,

11Which is not mix'd with seconds, knows no art,

12But mutual render, only me for thee.

13 Hence, thou suborned informer! a true soul

14 When most impeach'd, stands least in thy control.