She

[Tima]

Folks, probably you are aware of that besides plays, Shakespeare wrote sonnets, in which he tried to reveal the entire gamut of human emotions. Predlagayu vashemu vnimaniyu odin iz nih.

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 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 when she walks, treads on the ground.

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.