Are you, what your fair looks express?

Are you, what your fair looks express?
O then be kind!
From law of nature they digress
Whose form suits not their mind:
Fairness seen in th' outward shape,
Is but th' inward beauty's ape.

Eyes that of earth are mortal made,
What can they view?
All's but a colour or a shade,
And neither always true:
Reason's sight, that is etern,
E'en the substance can discern.

Soul is the Man: for who will so
The body name?
And to that power all grace we owe
That decks our living frame.
What, or how had housen bin,
But for them that dwell therein?

Love in the bosom is begot,
Not in the eyes;
No beauty makes the eye more hot,
Her flames the sprite surprise:
Let our loving minds then meet,
For pure meetings are most sweet.