The poem
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 pricked thee out for women's pleasure, Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure.
I've never read this sonnet,I felt in love with the words..
Even though is very difficult for me to understand since Iam still learning English...I still just love the way he express him self express how he fells about woman..
And he does that with alot a respect,that realy got my attention!
Bye Bye..
Nathalia Felix Rodrigues..
From BRAZIL
I want to write this comment as areplyto the only comment on yhe site , which is quite misleading ;shakespeare not neccessarily talks about the love for women,but male'love for another male.Nathalie please read the poem again when yu have developed english