My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun...
Sonnet 130My 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. Listen to the recording!Free sample available for this sonnet! Click HERE
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these people who compare their loves to superlatives – I’m not like that. My
mistress doesn’t have eyes like the sun, her lips aren’t coral-red, and frankly
her breasts are beige rather than snowy white. Her hair’s coarse and black, not
like spun gold, and she doesn’t have rosebud cheeks. She could do with a bit of
Listerine and her voice isn’t exactly Top of the Pops. She doesn’t float like a
goddess, she walks.
But I still think she’s every bit as beautiful as any woman painted up in these make-believe Anime terms.
But I still think she’s every bit as beautiful as any woman painted up in these make-believe Anime terms.