406. Sonnet 130 by William Shakespeare (My mistress eyes are nothing like the sun)
b"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"