[00:00.000] 作曲 : William Shakespeare
[00:00.000]My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
[00:03.209]Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
[00:07.702]If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
[00:12.961]If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
[00:18.710]I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
[00:24.200]But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
[00:28.206]And in some perfumes is there more delight
[00:33.710]Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
[00:37.466]I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
[00:43.206]That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
[00:45.703]I grant I never saw a goddess go;
[00:50.461]My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
[00:57.450]And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
[01:05.402]As any she belied with false compare.

作曲 : William Shakespeare
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.
I have seen roses damasked, 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.