Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, <br />As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; <br />For well thou know'st to my dear doting heart <br />Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel. <br />Yet, in good faith, some say that thee behold <br />Thy face hath not the power to make love groan; <br />To say they err I dare not be so bold, <br />Although I swear it to myself alone. <br />And to be sure that is not false I swear, <br />A thousand groans but thinking on thy face, <br />One on another's neck do witness bear <br />Thy black is fairest in my judgment's place. <br /> In nothing art thou black save in thy deeds, <br /> And thence this slander, as I think, proceeds.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-131-thou-art-as-tyrannous-so-as-thou-art/
