letra de sonnet 20 - gerry bamman
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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 onе thing to my purpose nothing
but since she pr-ckеd thee out for women’s pleasure
mine be thy love and thy love’s use their treasure
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