[00:01.00]A woman’s face with Nature’s own hand painted
[00:03.94]Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
[00:06.68]A woman’s gentle heart, but not acquainted
[00:10.42]With shifting change, as is false women’s fashion;
[00:13.86]An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
[00:20.40]Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
[00:23.67]A man in hue, all “hues” in his controlling,
[00:28.14]Which steals men’s eyes and women’s souls amazeth.
[00:31.33]And for a woman wert thou first created;
[00:35.23]Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
[00:38.65]And by addition me of thee defeated,
[00:42.02]By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
[00:45.35]But since she prick’d thee out for women’s pleasure,
[00:48.67]Mine be thy love and thy love’s use their treasure.
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