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- | + | My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; | |
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+ | Coral is far more red, than her lips red: | ||
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+ | If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; | ||
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+ | If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. | ||
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+ | I have seen roses damasked, red and white, | ||
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+ | But no such roses see I in her cheeks; | ||
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+ | And in some perfumes is there more delight | ||
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+ | Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. | ||
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+ | I love to hear her speak, yet well I know | ||
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+ | That music hath a far more pleasing sound: | ||
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+ | I grant I never saw a goddess go, | ||
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+ | My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: | ||
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+ | And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare, | ||
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+ | As any she belied with false compare. |
Current revision as of 14:46, 8 September 2010
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red, than her lips red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare,
As any she belied with false compare.