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September 23, 2016

My Mistress’ Eyes Are Nothing Like the Sun (Sonnet 130)

             William Shakespeare, 1564 - 1616

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.

Over 400 years ago Shakespeare declared his love to a woman whose eyes were nothing like the sun, who had black wires for hair and bad breath.. what a charmer. 

Some say that he was making fun of the poets of the day who compared women to the impossible standard of the beauty of...

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