is it compliment or....?
December 29, 2006 4:15am CST
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 breast are dun. If hairs be wires, black wires grows on her head. I have seen Roses damasked, red and white, But no such Roses seen I, in her cheeks. And in some perfumes there is 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 compares