Sonnet 127: In the old age black was not counted fair
In the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name; But now is black beauty's successive heir,...
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In the old age black was not counted fair, Or 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 borrowed face, Sweet beauty hath no name, no holy bower, But is profan'd, if not lives in disgrace.…
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