In the old age black was not counted fair...
Sonnet 127In the old age black was not counted fair,
if it were, it bore not beauty's name; But now is black beauty's successive heir, And beauty slander'd with a bastard shame: For since each hand hath put on nature's power, Fairing the foul with art's false borrow'd face, Sweet beauty hath no name, no holy bower, But is profaned, if not lives in disgrace. Therefore my mistress' brows are raven black, Her eyes so suited, and they mourners seem At such who, not born fair, no beauty lack, Slandering creation with a false esteem: Yet so they mourn, becoming of their woe, That every tongue says beauty should look so. Buy and Download...Click HERE
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Nowadays
it’s so common for the girls to plaster their faces with make-up that you can’t
tell a real cutie from a total dog. Real beauty has gone into hiding and can’t
be found anywhere. That’s why my mistress’ features are in dark mourning,
grieving. And now, although it was never considered beautiful to be black, she
makes it so lovely that everyone thinks that’s the way everyone should look.