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. (Sonnet 131)
Then will I swear beauty herself is black, And all they foul that thy complexion lack. (Sonnet 132)
Thou blind fool love, what dost thou to mine eyes, That they behold, and see not what they see? They know what beauty is, see where it lies, Yet what the best is take the worst to be. (Sonnet 137)