Listen to:
My Mistress' Eyes (:53)
by William Shakespeare
performed by Bob Gonzalez, rhapsode
SONNET 130
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
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.
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