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Mistress Fitton

SONNET NO. 69


  Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view,
  Want nothing that the thought  of hearts can mend,
  All tongues (the voice of souls) give thee that end,
  Uttering bare truth, even so as foes commend,
  Their outward thus with outward praise is crowned,
  But those same tongues that give thee so thine own,
  In other accents do this praise confound,
  By 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 flower  add the rank smell of weeds,
  But why, thy odour  matcheth not thy show,
  The solve is this that thou dost common grow.

  


  Note the repetition of the following words, we find-tongues,
tongues, outward, outward, praise, praise, thought, thought, thy
mind, thy  deeds, thy  fair flower, thy  odour, thy  show.

  Here Bacon tells Mistress Fitton that the parts of her that the
world can see want nothing that wants altering and that the
voices of people give her that due which is true, but that the
same voices confound (defeat) such praise, because their eyes
look into her mind and measure her mind by her deeds.  That
then they being churls (ill bred persons) although their eyes are
kind think her deeds do not match her show (appearance).
The solve (answer) is that she grows common by gracing iniquity with her presence.

 

 

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