My mistress eyes are nothing like the sun
Coral is far more red than her lips' red
If snow be white,why than her breasts are 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 on 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 on the ground

And yet,by heaven,I think my love is rare
As any she belied with false compare.

(Сообщение отредактировал Gorynych 10 марта 2004 2:37)

ня... какой смайлик красивый ... *любуется*