Lyrics of “Complexion Lack”
Then will I swear, beauty herself is black;
And all they foul that thy complexion Lack.
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain
Have put on Black, and loving mourners be,
Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.
And truly not the morning sun of heaven
Better becomes the great cheaks of the east,
Nor thar full star that ushers in the even
Doth half thar glory to the sober west,
As those two mourning eyes become thy face
Then will I swear, beauty herself is black;
And all they foul that thy complexion Lack.
Thine eyes I love, and knowing thy heart torments me with disdain
Have put on Black, and looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.
O, let it then as well beseem thy heart
To mourn for me, since mourning doth thee grace,
To mourn for me, since mourning doth thee grace,
And suite thy pitty like in every part
Then will I swear, beauty herself is black;
And all they foul that thy complexion Lack.
Then will I swear, beauty herself is black;
And all they foul that thy complexion Lack…..
The original lines of Shakespeare’s Sonett CXXXII
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain,
Have put on black and loving mourners be,
Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.
And truly not the morning sun of heaven
Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east,
Nor that full star that ushers in the even,
Doth half that glory to the sober west,
As those two mourning eyes become thy face:
O, let it then as well beseem thy heart
To mourn for me, since mourning doth thee grace,
And suit thy pity like in every part.
Then will I swear beauty herself is black
And all they foul that thy complexion lack.