My Mistress’ Eyes are Nothing Like the Sun, by William Shakespeare

Shakespeare

Shakespeare’s sonnet 130, read for Librivox by Fox in the Stars.

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 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.

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~ by lolarusa on July 2, 2007.

One Response to “My Mistress’ Eyes are Nothing Like the Sun, by William Shakespeare”

  1. That is very beautiful.

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