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