Shakespeare's Sonnets: Wer't ought to me I bore the canopy

Wer't ought to me I bore the canopy,With my extern the outward honoring,Or laid great bases for eternity,Which proves more short than waste or ruining?Have I not seen dwellers on form and favourLose all and more by paying too much rentFor compound sweet, forgoing simple savour,Pitiful thrivers in their gazing spent?No, let me be obsequious in thy heart,And take thou my oblation, poor but free,Which is not mixt with seconds, knows no art,But mutual render, only me for thee. Hence, thou suborn'd informer! a true soul When most impeach't stands least in thy control.