William shakespeare

William Shakespeare

My mistress eyes

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 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.