Harry: Sonnet 130 by William Shakespeare.
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Severus: Coral is far more red, than her lips red,
Harry: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
Sev: If hairs be wires,
Harry: black wires grow on her head.
Sev: I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
Harry: But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
Sev: And in some perfumes is there more delight
Harry: Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak,
Sev: yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
Harry: I grant I never saw a goddess go,—
Severus: My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
Severus & Harry:
And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare,
As any she belied with false compare.
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