Luyện nghe bài hát V. Cave Of Roses - (sonnet Liii)

What is your substance, are you made,
That millions of strange shadows on you
Since one hath, every one, one shade,
And you, but one, can every lend.
Adonis, and the counterfeit
Is poorly imitated after
On cheek all art of beauty set,
And you in tires are painted new:
of the spring and foison of the year;
The one doth shadow of beauty show,
The other as your bounty appear;
And you in every blessed we know.
In all grace you have some part,
But you like none, you, for constant heart.