Though care, and pain to prune them never wanted:
Even so, my hopes do nought but blossoms prove,
And yield no fruits to recompense my love.
LVIII.
Though little sign of love in show appear;
Yet think, True Love, of colours hath no need!
It's not the glorious garments, which men wear,
That makes them other than they are indeed:
"In meanest show, the most affection dwells;
And richest pearls are found in simplest shells."