Earth,—the heaven, we looked above for, gone!
Why, with beauty, needs there money be,
Love with liking?
Crush the fly-king
In his gauze, because no honey-bee?
May not liking be so simple-sweet,
If love grew there
'Twould undo there
All that breaks the cheek to dimples sweet?
Is the creature too imperfect, say?
Would you mend it
And so end it?
Since not all addition perfects aye!
Or is it of its kind, perhaps,
Just perfection—
Whence, rejection
A Kazimir Malevich unblemished by unnecessary addition: 
 
 “Per fects ” here is a transitive verb. “Aye” is an empty affirmative used to complete the triplet-rhyme.
A Pretty Woman