My Mistress’ Eyes - Sonnet 130-Caroll Vanwelden

[00:24.20]My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun. [00:29.47]Coral is far more red than her lips’ red. [00:34.66]If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun. [00:40.20]If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. [00:45.88]I have seen roses damasked, red and white, [00:51.50]But no such roses see I in her cheeks. [00:57.64]And in some perfumes is there more delight [01:02.42]Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. [01:07.82]I love to hear her speak, yet well I know [01:13.93]That music hath a far more pleasing sound. [01:19.73]I grant I never saw a goddess go. [01:24.99]My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. [01:30.34]And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare [01:35.77]As any she belied with false compare. [02:25.55]I have seen roses damasked, red and white, [02:30.78]But no such roses see I in her cheeks. [02:35.41]And in some perfumes is there more delight [02:41.82]Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. [02:47.34]I love to hear her speak, yet well I know [02:53.22]That music hath a far more pleasing sound. [02:59.26]I grant I never saw a goddess go. [03:03.18]My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. [03:08.23]And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare [03:15.30]As any she belied with false compare.