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Sonnet CXXX
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.
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