A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted
Hast thou, the master mistress of my passion (strong feeling; poem);
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 (roving),
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 were though first created,
Till Nature as she wrought thee fell a-doting (crazy; infatuated),
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
_____________But since she pricked thee out for women's pleasure,
_____________Mine be thy love, and thy love's use their treasure.