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 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