What is your substance, whereof are you made, <br />That millions of strange shadows on you tend? <br />Since everyone hath, every one, one shade, <br />And you, but one, can every shadow lend. <br />Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit <br />Is poorly imitated after you; <br />On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, <br />And you in Grecian tires are painted new. <br />Speak of the spring, and foison of the year; <br />The one doth shadow of your beauty show, <br />The other as your bounty doth appear, <br />And you in every blessèd shape we know. <br /> In all external grace you have some part, <br /> But you like none, none you, for constant heart.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-53-what-is-your-substance-whereof-are-you/
