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William Shakespeare's sonnets are some of his most enduring work and a treasure for all time. Mystery surrounds these magical poems. Who was Shakespeare's Dark Lady and who was the Fair Youth that Shakespeare addressed in so many of the sonnets? These Poems are both witty and poignant. Interestingly Shakespeare chose to break many of the established rules when writing these. They are simply a joy to read.
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.
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William Shakespeare's sonnets are some of his most enduring work and a treasure for all time. Mystery surrounds these magical poems. Who was Shakespeare's Dark Lady and who was the Fair Youth that Shakespeare addressed in so many of the sonnets? These Poems are both witty and poignant. Interestingly Shakespeare chose to break many of the established rules when writing these. They are simply a joy to read.
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.