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Sonnet 130

“My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun”

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 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 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.

pwned!
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nice 😊

ive never indulged in shalespeare much outside of english classes shrug

haha. not many people do. 😛

But this we looked over in class today. It really was Shakespeare mocking other sonnets out there. The last two lines sum it all up. 😄 😊

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I LOVE Shakespeare!!!!!!! droolio

I've heard this before, but I'm not sure where....

Originally posted by King Kandy
I've heard this before, but I'm not sure where....

Possibly in a Shakespeare book or in an American Lit class?

Shakespeare is amazing.

Originally posted by BlackSunshine
I [b]LOVE Shakespeare!!!!!!! droolio [/B]

Me too!
:d

Originally posted by Mr. Bacon
ive never indulged in shalespeare much

Originally posted by Barker

"Thorinn is pretty Barking Obnoxious" no expression

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I hate Shakespeare, I wrote a 6 page essay on his use of the word "Nature" in King Lear.

Originally posted by Punkyhermy
Sonnet 130

[B]“My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun”

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 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 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.

pwned!
😱

😊 [/B]

I quite fancy that sonnet 😊