William Shakespeare University of Victoria Humanities Computing and Media Centre William Shakespeare London Isaac Jaggard and Edward Blount 1623 Sonnets. 130 MY Miſtresmistress' eyes are nothing like the Sunnesun, CurrallCoral is farrefar more red, thenthan her lips red If ſnowsnow be white, why then her breſtsbreasts are dun: If haireshairs be wierswires, black wierswires growngrow on her head: I hauehave ſeeneseen Roſesroses damasktdamasked, red and white, But no ſuchsuch Roſesroses ſeesee I in her cheekescheeks, And in ſomesome perfumes is there more delight, ThenThan in the breath that from my Miſtresmistress reekesreeks. I louelove to hearehear her ſpeakespeak, yet well I know, That Muſickemusic hathhas a farrefar more pleaſingpleasing ſoundsound: I grauntgrant I neuernever ſawsaw a goddeſſegoddess goego, My Miſtresmistress when ſheeshe walkeswalks treads on the ground. And yet by heauenheaven I think my louelove as rare, As any ſheshe beli'dbelied with falſefalse compare.