04 - Alan Rickman - 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.
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