Sonnet CXXX: My Mistress' Eyes are Nothing like the Sun
William Shakespeare, Shake-speares sonnets (London: G. Eld for T. T., 1609). STC 22353. Facs. edn.: London: J. Cape, 1925. PR 2750 B48 1609b ROBA.
1My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
2Coral is far more red than her lips' red:
3If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
5I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
6But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
7And in some perfumes is there more delight
8Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
9I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
10That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
11I grant I never saw a goddess go:
12My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
13And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
14As any she belied with false compare.
4] wires. Ladies' hair was often compared to golden wire in Elizabethan poetry. Back to Line
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