Sonnet 26: Beauty's deception
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Your face conceived a cunning craft of trade.
It bribed the magistrate of mind: my eyes.
The price of common beauty though I paid,
in turn I gained unpar’lleled merchandise.
Accustomed to best of the best, I look
no more at any lesser lauded wares.
Though they away the breath of others took,
none fairness nonpareil of your goods bears.
How should I this mischievous merchant ‘xpel
from mind, restoring sense’s sovereign?
Since eyes reject not what you to me sell,
to seek a fairer deal I might begin.
While all my conquered markets stayed your spoil,
why for some other commerce should you toil?
2018/2/16
