her fair, none else being by, Herself pois’d with herself in either eye: But in that true use indeed Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit. Thy noble shape is but a part; And she steal love’s sweet bait from fearful hooks: Being held a foe, he may not have access To breathe such vows as lovers use to jest. Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise. And you re us and fa us, you