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My Mistrsee'Eyes
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 n;
If hairs are wires,black wires grow on her head;
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.
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.
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可以去斯内普吧或者ALAN吧看看