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My mistress' droopy-eyed monk's 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 yellow wires grow 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 droopy-eyed monk reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw did see a goddess go;
My mistress droopy-eyed monk, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Oh fuck yes~ Just look:
No sunshine or goddamn roses there.
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black yellow wires grow 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 droopy-eyed monk reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw did see a goddess go;
My mistress droopy-eyed monk, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Oh fuck yes~ Just look:
No sunshine or goddamn roses there.