Breasts
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| - | + | 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. | ||
Revision as of 14:41, 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.
