Sonnet VI: My love amaz'd did blush her selfe

My love amaz'd did blush her selfe to see,
Pictur'd by arte, all naked as she was:
How could the Painter, knowe so much by me,
Or Art effect, what he hath brought to passe?
It is not lyke, he naked me hath seene,
Or stoode so nigh, for to observe so much,
No, sweete, his eyes so nere have never bene,
Nor could his handes, by arte have cunning such:
I showed my heart, wherein you printed were,
You, naked you, as here you painted are,
In that (My Love) your picture I must weare,
And show't to all, unlesse you have more care:
Then take my heart, and place it with your owne,
So shall you naked never more be knowne.