For, in this condition of silence, I do not by attempting to describe or praise your beauty, fail in the attempt, and hence do damage instead. When others would give life, and bring a tomb. One tends to think back to sonn. 81, where he described his own verse as if it were a mausoleum. O, let my looks be then the eloquence And dumb presagers of my speaking breast, Who plead for love and look for recompense More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.
Dumb silence can speak with more eloquence than artificial verse.
But not all verse is artificial, and some speaks from the heart. There is a vibrant contrast between what the true heart speaks and what the poet schooled in rhetoric can devise. There lives more life in one of your fair eyes 13. There is more wit in his little finger than there is in your entire brain'. Than both your poets can in praise devise.