Sonnet 53

　　What is your substance，whereof are you made，

　　That millions of strange shadows on you tend？

　　Since every one hath，every one，one shade，

　　And you，but one，can every shadow lend.

　　Describe Adonis，and the counterfeit

　　Is poorly imitated after you.

　　On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set，

　　And you in Grecian tires are painted new.

　　Speak of the spring and foison of the year：

　　The one doth shadow of yo