5. Sonnets in praise of Eminency or a publike Life, 5

I cannot say but Beauty is a Guist:
But, to fewe giuen that haue other grace:
For, it the Minde aboue it selfe doth lift
Although the Minde and Body bee but base.
Beauty is bright, then, then tis light lightly
And if too bright, too light, too oft, it is:
Yet tis the Signe where Grace doth vse to lie.
But, if thrust out, the Inne is most amisse.
And most amisse, to misse what most adornes,
And hath but meerely stained-painted Walls:
Which Vice doth honour much: but Vertue scornes:
Sith It, to Vice, from grace, and Vertue falls:
Then Beauty if thou bee not Graces Inne,
Grace, suing to thee, sueth but to Sinne.