My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun...

Apr 19, 2005 23:55

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.
-Gotta love Shakespeare. ♥ & go figure that this has absolutely nothing to do with anything. I just thought of the first line (for some odd reason) and felt like posting. C'est la vie.

[Don't mind me, I just am trying to avoid doing my paper. How do I get 2.5 pages to turn into 5 pages? Magic. I need magic. Someone find me Hermione Granger, please. Or better yet get me the Weasley twins, Hermione would force me to actually write something worthwile. :P]

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