My favourite Shakespearian sonnet read by me. I think it's overlooked in the popular mindset, hence the vid.
For those who want me to talk about religion some more, no fear! I'll get back to that shortly! :P
Sonnet CXXX
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.
Rating: User: BryanAJParry 2007-03-22T00:18:31.217Z
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