my mistress’ eyes – One Kindred Spirit

My 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 damask’d, red and white,But no such roses see I in her cheeks;And in some perfumes is there moreContinue reading