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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;     
Coral is far lebih 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 mawar damask'd, red and white,     
But no such mawar see I in her cheeks;     
And in some perfumes is there lebih delight     
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I cinta to hear her speak, yet well I know
That musik hath a far lebih pleasing sound;     
I grant I never saw a goddess go;

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:     
And yet, oleh heaven, I think my cinta as rare
As any she belied with false compare.