William Shakespeare. 1564–1616

Sonnet CXXXI.

“Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art”

THOU art as tyrannous, so as thou art  
As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel;  
For well thou know’st to my dear doting heart  
Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel.  
Yet, in good faith, some say that thee behold,    5
Thy face hath not the power to make love groan:  
To say they err I dare not be so bold,  
Although I swear it to myself alone.  
And to be sure that is not false I swear,  
A thousand groans, but thinking on thy face,   10
One on another’s neck, do witness bear  
Thy black is fairest in my judgment’s place.  
  In nothing art thou black save in thy deeds,  
  And thence this slander, as I think, proceeds.