Friday, April 13, 2012

30 Days of Shakespeare - Day 9

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.  -- Sonnet CXXX

1 comment:

NavyOne said...

Ahh, I liked thirty days of Reagan and Churchill better. But we ran out of days. . .

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