“My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
Coral is far more fair tha n her lips fair
If snow be white, why then, her breast is dun,
If hair 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...”
http://mural.uv.es/abordel/GP1.pdf
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