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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.


"A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool."- William Shakespeare

6 comments:

Sounds like a great description of you! :)

Maybe Billy found a way to time travel.

May 27, 2009 at 7:03 AM  

=)

That or I'm from that time, it would explain a lot!

May 27, 2009 at 11:44 AM  

So I think I've told you this before, but I love poetry but I'm a bad poetry reader, so I love this blog of yours. You help a girl OUT.

Ok, off to your other blog that I also love!
xoxo

May 28, 2009 at 12:29 AM  

Elizabeth Marie you are super sweet!I adore you blog!

May 28, 2009 at 8:54 AM  

He's the best...I like how that poem didn't make a woman some ideal...she's beautiful, but it doesnt have to be done up to the extreme for her to be beautiful.

Got a new blog :-) The IX...can't blog about work. bah.

- MARZ

May 29, 2009 at 6:01 PM  

This sonnet, though it's not one of my favourites, is still beautifully written.

^^

We had to study it for GCSE as well. :)

June 1, 2009 at 7:37 AM  

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