Shakespeare's Sonnets: Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view

Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth viewWant nothing that the thought of hearts can mend:All tongues (the voice of souls) give thee that due,Utt'ring bare truth, ev'n so as foes commend.Their outward thus with outward praise is crown'd,But those same tongues that give thee so thine ownIn other accents do this praise confoundBy seeing farther than the eye hath shown.They look into the beauty of thy mind,And that in guess they measure by thy deeds.Then churls their thoughts (although their eyes were kind)To thy fair flow'r add the rank smell of weeds, But why thy odour matcheth not thy show, The folly's this, that thou doest common grow.