Sonnet+130


 * 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 damask'd, 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. ||

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