[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.