Sonnet 130

The Dark Lady: Desire

  1. 1 My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
  2. 2 Coral is far more red, than her lips red:
  3. 3 If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
  4. 4 If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
  5. 5 I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
  6. 6 But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
  7. 7 And in some perfumes is there more delight
  8. 8 Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
  9. 9 I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
  10. 10 That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
  11. 11 I grant I never saw a goddess go,—
  12. 12 My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
  13. 13 And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare,
  14. 14 As any she belied with false compare.