[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;[01:34.11][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.[02:18.56][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.[03:13.64][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.[03:43.84]