Shakespeare Illuminated (Caitlin Monahan)

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Shakespeare Illuminated

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 damasked, 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.

-William Shakespeare