My mistress’s Eyes

                                          By William Shakespeare

My mistress’s 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 upon her head.I have seen roses damasked, red and white But no such roses see I in her cheeks, Andin 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 .