Дэниэл Рэдклифф, Алан Рикман - William Shakespeare. Sonnet 130. | Текст песни

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• William Shakespeare. Sonnet 130.

Sonnet 130 by 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.