Non Est Mortale Quod Opto

Thou think'st I flatter, when thy praise I tell,But thou dost all hyperboles excel;For I am sure thou art no mortal creature,But a divine one, thron'd in human feature.Thy piety is such, that heaven by merit,5If ever any did, thou shouldst inherit:Thy modesty is such, that, hadst thou beenTempted as Eve, thou wouldst have shunn'd her sin:So lovely fair thou art, that sure Dame NatureMeant thee the pattern of the female creature:10Besides all this, thy flowing wit is such,That were it not in thee, 't had been too muchFor woman-kind: should envy look thee o'er,It would confess thus much, if not much more.I love thee well, yet wish some bad in thee;15For sure I am thou art too good for me.