My Mistress' Eyes
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun,
Coral is 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.
*damask'd -- patterned with red and white (damask is a patterned fabric)
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