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William Shakespeare - Sonnet 20: “A woman`s face with nature`s own hand painted…”
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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.
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