Suum cuique pulchrum

WHy Self concit canst thou not brooke to see
Or heare, or read, or scarse once think vpon
The Parts which in another praised be?
Wouldst like God, only wise, be praisd alone?
And why so praisd wouldst be? for being blind
Seeing not thy selfe on whom alone thou lookst?
Or els for clawing thine ownitching Mind?
Or, which is worse, sith thou thy selfe mistookst?
If these (besides which, I know nought thou hat)
Be them for which thou wouldst be lawded so
Thy Wits are gone, and thou thy selfe, art past
For these, do fleet, where staied Wit doth flo.
Thou art but blind, yet scornst thou other guide:
But leadst thy selfe in Ways most hard to hit:
So, thou thy selfe still leadst thy selfe aside
Where Error robs thee of Grace, Art, and Wit.
Yet can the witty hardly shake thee of
So hardly to their Headpeece thou dost cleaue:
That though thou blindst, thou makst them see to scoff,
Yet hardly take, what they so freele giue.
Thou lou'st the Learned, sith they loue thee wel
Yea, makst them oft to dote for loue of thee
Thou makst them ween their Art doth Art excell
When they see not they deepe Arte cannot see:
For, thou and enny (ay Consociates)
Will not admitte that Arte her selfe should show
By others fingers; but the mynde inflates,
Which scornes to looke for highest Arte so lowe.
Well, take thi pleasure, so thon me displease
Displease me, as tho loust me, sith thou art
A mental pleasant ticling damnd Disease
And Ile loue that thou hatst this louing part
Hang not aboute me, tempt me not too much:
For I, though fraile doe hold vp hangers on
While I can stand, if me in loue théie touch,
Though some such oft seeke my subuersion;
And rest assur'd if me thou wilt not leaue
Ile muse on nought bnt thy hopes to deceiue.