| Lyrics: | What is your substance, whereof are you made,
That millions of strange shadows on you
tend?
Since every one hath, every one, one shade,
And you, but one, can every shadow
lend.
Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit
Is poorly imitated after you;
On Helen's
cheek all art of beauty set,
And you in Grecian tires are painted new:
Speak of the spring
and foison of the year;
The one doth shadow of your beauty show,
The other as your bounty
doth appear;
And you in every blessed shape we know.
In all external grace you have
some part,
But you like none, none you, for constant heart. |
