Sonnet 130

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, 5
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: 10
I grant I never saw a goddess go,—
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

莎翁

英语老师说Sting有辑名唤Nothing like the sun.
今天上课听鸟叫，song thrush.
总共收录一百三十八种叫声的集子
我发现他还是个好玩的人。
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只要我还把钥匙挂在胸前，任何凶灵都不可以靠近我，我还是做我应该是的孩子。