William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Sonnet Cxxxi - Poem by William Shakespeare

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.


Comments about Sonnet Cxxxi by William Shakespeare

  • Fabrizio Frosini (1/5/2016 8:23:00 AM)


    The poet's mistress is as proud as though she were really beautiful. Others, indeed, decry her charms; but when they deny her beauty they must be looking at her conduct, which is indeed black. So far as the poet is concerned, the strength of his passion proclaims his estimate of her beauty
    [Shakespeare, William. Sonnets. Ed. Thomas Tyler. London: D. Nutt,1890. Shakespeare Online.20 Aug.2013]
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  • Brian Jani (4/26/2014 10:12:00 AM)


    Awesome I like this poem, check mine out (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 18, 2001



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