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A wom|an's face | with na|ture's own | hand
paint/ed,
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Hast thou, | the mast|er mist|ress of | my
pass|ion;
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A wom|an's gent|le heart,| but | not ac|quainted
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With shift|ing change,| as is / false wom|en's
fash|ion:
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An eye more bright | than theirs, | less false
in rol|ling,
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Gilding | the ob|ject where|upon | it gaz|eth;
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A man | in hue all hues | in his |
control|ling,
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Which steals | men's eyes and wom|en's souls |
amaz|eth.
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And for | a wom|an wert | thou first | creat|ed;
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Till Na|ture, as | she wrought | thee, fell |
a-dot|ing,
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And by | addit|ion me | of thee | defeat|ed,
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By add|ing one | thing to | my pur|pose noth|ing.
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But since | she pricked | thee^out | for wom|en's
pleas|ure,
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Mine be | thy love | and thy love's use | their
treas|ure.
*This sonnet appears to be in hexameter rather than pentameter.