Sonnet # 56

Is it in beauty, beauty ever there?
Or just the eyes that see utterly false?
The eyes to roses give delicious care.
Don't mind the thorn that it the heart appalls.
And then, a yellow sun that gives us heat.
A diamond ring, for looks better the flesh.
I think the eyes have us with much deceit.
They beauty see to keep  the sight e'er fresh.
If hearts the out would see, or so they were,
Talk, beauty! Where'd you be? Or what were you?
Between a rose, a weed we should prefer
The one most animals, indeed, do shew.
The purpose's what to have the heart inside?
Besides pump blood, to make this judgment slide..