Top message: how should I plan my grand exit? by fleurdemiel
Replying to: aw, too bad by fleurdemiel
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 damasked, 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 upon the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
- shakespeare by fleurdemiel
- Re: shakespeare by Ollie Ackbar