Classic Poem

To view thy beauty well, if thou be wise,
Come not to gaze upon this glass of thine;
But come and look upon these eyes of mine,
Where thou shalt see thy true resemblance twice;
Or if thou think'st that thou profan'st thine eyes,
When on my wretched eyes they deign to shine,
Look on my heart, wherein, as in a shrine,
The lovely picture of thy beauty lies;
Or if thy harmless modesty think shame
To gaze upon the horrors of my heart,
Come read these lines, and reading see in them
The trophies of thy beauty and my smart;
Or if to none of these thou'lt deign to come,
Weep eyes, break heart, and then my verse be dumb.