Sonnet 130

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Sonnet 130

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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 wеll I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound: I grant I nevеr 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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Writers
  • William Shakespeare