SONNET 132	PARAPHRASE
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,	I love your eyes for they show pity for me,
Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain,	even though in your heart you hate me,
Have put on black and loving mourners be,	and like mourners dressed in black
Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.	and they (your eyes) look with compassion on my suffering.
And truly not the morning sun of heaven	Neither does the morning sun
Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east,	beautify more the eastern sky,
Nor that full star that ushers in the even	nor does Venus that accompanies the evening
Doth half that glory to the sober west,	have as much beauty to the sunset
As those two mourning eyes become thy face.	as your two mourning eyes.
O let it then as well beseem thy heart	Then let this pity touch your heart,
To mourn for me since mourning doth thee grace,	and mourn for me, since mourning becomes you,
And suit thy pity like in every part.	and bring this beautiful compassion I see in your eyes to every part of you.
Then will I swear beauty herself is black	Then I will swear black (mourning) is beautiful
And all they foul that thy complexion lack.	and all that is black is not ugly.