My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like the Sun
By William Shakespeare
- 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
Shakespeare's love sonnet #130