1331, Shakespeare's Sonnet 130-talk about keepin' real Posted by solomon13, Thu Dec-02-04 12:20 PM
Peep the twist at the end!
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, shy then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grw on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd 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 nevr 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
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