William Shakespeare
Sonnet 130, [My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun] (c. 1594)

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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;

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Coral is far more red than her lips' red:

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If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

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If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

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I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,

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But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

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And in some perfumes is there more delight

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Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

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I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

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That music hath a far more pleasing sound.

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I grant I never saw a goddess go:

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My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.

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And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

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As any she belied with false compare.