His Mistress' EyesMy 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 demasked, red and white,
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know,
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