My Mistress' Eyes
My mistress' eye 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 haires be wires,black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked (1),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 (2).
I love to hear her speak,yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never a goddess go,-
My mistress,when she walks,treads on the ground.
And yet,by heaven,I think my love as rare
As many she belied with false compare.
FOOTNOTES:
1.of different colors
2.exhales
My mistress' eye 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 haires be wires,black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked (1),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 (2).
I love to hear her speak,yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never a goddess go,-
My mistress,when she walks,treads on the ground.
And yet,by heaven,I think my love as rare
As many she belied with false compare.
FOOTNOTES:
1.of different colors
2.exhales
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