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...

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 one thing ...

to my purpose nothing...

But since she ...

prick'd thee out ...

for women's pleasure...

Mine be thy love ...

and thy love's use their treasure...