Sonnet 20

   A woman’s face with nature’s own hand painted

   Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;

   A woman’s gentle heart, but not acquainted

   With shifting change as is false women’s fashion;

   An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,

   Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;

   A man in hue, all hues in his controlling,

   Which steals men’s eyes and women’s souls amazeth.

     And for a woman wert thou first created,

     Till nature as she wrought thee fell a-doting,

     And by addition me of thee defeated

     By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.

    But since she pricked thee out for women's pleasure,

     Mine be thy love and thy love’s use their treasure.

The sonnet hasn’t any specific title, but it has just a number near to the noun ”sonnet”, that is 18: it means that this poem belongs to a collection of poems, called marriage sonnets; a part of this collection is dedicated to the Fair Young and the other part is dedicated to the Dark Lady Sonnet, that was the parody of the medieval angel woman.

All this collection follows the Elizabethian model: the sonnets that belongs to this model are organized into three quatrains and a Iambic pentameter at the end, with alternating rhyme.

This sonnet begins with Shakespeare’s charge to a woman to be a fake person, he notices about it because she isn’t able to change her expression fastly, so she isn’t good at acting.

Than he continues to charge not only the woman, a person but all the female genre because the poet things women pretend to love a man just for interest because women want to become rich, so they exploit men’s naivety to reach their targets.