parti-coated

Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief ,
And by these badges understand the King :
For your fair sakes have we neglected time ,
Played foul play with our oaths . Your beauty , ladies ,
Hath much deformed us , fashioning our humors
Even to the opposèd end of our intents .
And what in us hath seemed ridiculous —
As love is full of unbefitting strains ,
All wanton as a child , skipping and vain ,
Formed by the eye and therefore , like the eye ,
Full of strange shapes , of habits , and of forms ,
Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll
To every varied object in his glance ;
Which parti-coated presence of loose love
Put on by us , if , in your heavenly eyes ,
Have misbecomed our oaths and gravities ,
Those heavenly eyes , that look into these faults ,
Suggested us to make . Therefore , ladies ,
Our love being yours , the error that love makes
Is likewise yours . We to ourselves prove false
By being once false forever to be true
To those that make us both — fair ladies , you .
And even that falsehood , in itself a sin ,
Thus purifies itself and turns to grace .