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      William Shakespeare (1564-1616)


    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 !


The above sonnet can be found in:
  • Shakespeare, William. "The Globe Illustrated Shakespeare: The Complete Works Annotated." Howard Staunton ed. New York: Gramercy Books, 1993.