With A Picture Sent To A Friend.[63]

I paint so ill, my peece had need to be Painted againe by some good poesie. I write so ill, my slender line is scarce So much as th' picture of a well-lim'd verse: Yet may the love I send be true, though I Send not true picture, nor true poesie. Both which away, I should not need to feare, My love, or feign'd or painted should appeare.