406. Sonnet 130 by William Shakespeare (My mistress eyes are nothing like the sun)
W Shakespeare read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past.\nwww.classicpoetryaloud.com\n\n--------------------------------------------\n\nSonnet 130\nby William Shakespeare (1564 \u2013 1616)\n\nMy mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; \nCoral is far more red than her lips' red: \nIf snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; \nIf hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. \nI have seen roses damask'd, red and white, \nBut no such roses see I in her cheeks; \nAnd in some perfumes is there more delight \nThan in the breath that from my mistress reeks. \nI love to hear her speak,--yet well I know \nThat music hath a far more pleasing sound; \nI grant I never saw a goddess go, \nMy mistress when she walks, treads on the ground; \nAnd yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare \nAs any she belied with false compare.\n\nFirst aired: 18 January 2009\n\nFor hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index.\n\nReading \xa9 Classic Poetry Aloud 2009