There is none, O none but you

There is none, O none but you,

That from mee estrange your sight,

Whom mine eyes affect to view

Or chained eares heare with delight.

Other beauties others moue,

In you I all graces find;

Such is the effect of loue,

To make them happy that are kinde.

Women in fraile beauty trust,

Onely seeme you faire to mee;

Yet proue truely kinde and iust,

For that may not dissembled be.

Sweet, afford me then your sight,

That, suruaying all your lookes,

Endlesse volumes I may write

And fill the world with enuyed bookes:

Which when after ages view,

All shall wonder and despaire,

Woman to finde man so true,

Or man a woman halfe so faire.