Men call you fayre

Edmund Spenser

c. 1552 to 1599

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Men call you fayre, and you doe credit it,
  For that your seife ye dayly such doe see:
      but the trew fayre, that is the gentle wit,
   and vertuous mind, is much more praysd of me.
For all the rest, how euer fayre it be,
   shall turne to nought and loose that glorious hew:
   but onely that is permanent and free
   from frayle corruption, that doth flesh ensew
That is true beautie: that doth argue you
   to be diuine and borne of heauenly seed:
   deriu’d from that fayre Spirit, from whom al true
   and perfect beauty did at first proceed.
He onely fayre, and what he fayre hath made,
   all other fayre lyke flowers vntymely fade.