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My mistress's eyes are nothing like the sun
Coral is far more red than her lips.
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. If hairs are like wires, hers are black and not golden.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks; But I do not see such colors in hercheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight And some perfumes give more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. Than the horrid breath of my mistress.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know I love to hear her speak, but I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound; That music has a more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go; I've never seen a g