Sonnet Cxxxi

William Shakespeare

     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
     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,
     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.

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