Shakespeares Sonnets
Sonnet 130: My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun
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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 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. William Shakespeare Presenters Mark Chatterley Thierry Heles The post Sonnet 130: My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun appeared first on In Ear Entertainment.