Sonnet 20. A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted

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

Much steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.