Video My Mistress Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun de Alan Rickman 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Alan Rickman - My Mistress Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun Lyrics

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