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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