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