[00:55.24]A woman’s face with Nature’s own hand painted
[01:04.16]Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
[01:14.04]A woman’s gentle heart, but not acquainted
[01:23.44]With shifting change, as is false women’s fashion;
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[01:37.30]An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
[01:47.06]Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
[01:56.57]A man in hue, all “hues” in his controlling,
[02:05.96]Which steals men’s eyes and women’s souls amazeth.
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[02:21.82]And for a woman wert thou first created;
[02:31.99]Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
[02:42.89]And by addition me of thee defeated,
[02:51.71]By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
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[03:17.94]But since she prick’d thee out for women’s pleasure,
[03:27.28]Mine be thy love and thy love’s use their treasure.
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