Sonnet 130My mistress eyes are nothing like the sunCoral is far more red than her lips redIf snow be white why then her breasts are dunIf hairs be wires black wires grow on her head.I have seen roses damaskd red and whiteBut no such roses see I in her cheeksAnd in some perfumes is there more delightThan in the breath that from my mistress reeks.I love to hear her speak yet well I knowThat music hath a far more pleasing soundI grant I never saw a goddess goMy 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.

Love is not loveWhich alters when it alteration findsOr bends with the remover to remove.O no it is an ever-fixed markThat looks on tempests and is never shakenIt is the star to every wandring barkWhose worths unknown although his height be taken.Sonnet 116

Shall I compare thee to a summers day Thou art more lovely and more temperate Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May And summers lease hath all too short a date Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines And too often is his gold complexion dimmd And every fair from fair sometimes declines By chance or natures changing course untrimmd By thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest Nor shall Death brag thou wanderst in his shade When in eternal lines to time thou growest So long as men can breathe or eyes can see So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

All days are nights to see till I see thee And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.