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 ; If hairs be , black grow on her head. I have seen roses , 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 . 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 with false compare.
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My mistress's eyes are nothing special. Coral is redder than her lips. Snow is white, her breasts are not. If hair is like wire, hers is black wire. I've seen roses, but not in her cheeks. Some perfumes smell better than her breath. I like her voice, but music sounds better. I've never seen her float like a goddess — she walks on the ground. And yet I think my love is as rare as any woman's who has been flattered with false comparisons.