My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun by William Shakespear
- 20.03.08, 15:12
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.
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.
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fantazerrrka
120.03.08, 15:32
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Client
220.03.08, 15:34³ 1 fantazerrrka
So did I.
fantazerrrka
320.03.08, 15:35³ 2 Client
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ó: HyperActive
420.03.08, 15:36
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Client
520.03.08, 15:36³ 3 fantazerrrka
English literature...
ó: Midori-san
622.03.08, 23:09
Client
722.03.08, 23:23³ 6 ó: Midori-san
Thanks!