⁠Has twice as much perfection,⁠10
And does excel you in desert,
⁠As much as in affection.

⁠Unless I prove untrue:
Nor can I ever be so fond,⁠15
⁠To prove untrue for you.

⁠(To tell you is a favour):
For things that may be rack your brain;
⁠Then lose not thus your labour.⁠20

Though you, Diana-like, have liv'd still chaste,
Yet must you not (fair) die a maid at last:
The roses on your cheeks were never made
To bless the eye alone, and so to fade;
Nor had the cherries on your lips their being,⁠5
To please no other sense than that of seeing:
You were not made to look on, though that be
A bliss too great for poor mortality:
In that alone those rarer parts you have,
To better uses sure wise nature gave⁠10
Than that you put them to; to love, to wed,
For Hymen's rights, and for the marriage-bed
You were ordain'd, and not to lie alone;
One is no number, till that two be one.
To keep a maidenhead but till fifteen,⁠15
Is worse than murder, and a greater sin
Than to have lost it in the lawful sheets
With one that should want skill to reap those sweets:
But not to lose 't at all—by Venus, this,
And by her son, inexpiable is;⁠20
And should each female guilty be o' th' crime,
The world would have its end before its time.