Sonnet 53. What is your substance, whereof are you made

What is your substance, whereof are you made

That millions of strange shadows on you tend?

Since every one, hath every one, one shade

And you but one, can every shadow lend:

Describe Adonis and the counterfeit

Is poorly imitated after you

On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set

And you in Grecian tires are painted new: