![]() 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 as rare As any she belied with false compare. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, 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. ![]() 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. Presentation on theme: "Sonnet 130 Shakespeare."- Presentation transcript:ģ Sonnet 130 Quatrain = A group of four lines
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