<shakespeare's "sonnet cxxx"> 2003-03-23.4:05 p.m. Sonnet CXXX William Shakespeare 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. back /& forth /& frosting names are often sad