Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me...
Sonnet 132Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain, Have put on black and loving mourners be, Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain. And truly not the morning sun of heaven Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east, Nor that full star that ushers in the even Doth half that glory to the sober west, As those two mourning eyes become thy face: O, let it then as well beseem thy heart To mourn for me, since mourning doth thee grace, And suit thy pity like in every part. Then will I swear beauty herself is black And all they foul that thy complexion lack. Listen to the recording!Free sample available for this sonnet! Click HERE
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(Continuing
the theme from Sonnet 127)
I love your eyes, and they’re feeling sorry for me because you’re giving me the cold shoulder, and have therefore dressed in black mourning. They look better like that than the sun at the very start of a grey dawn, or Venus in the twilight.
Hey, seeing as being in mourning suits you so well, how about a little pity for me? It’ll make you look even better. If you do, I’ll say everyone that doesn’t have your dark skin is ugly, because Beauty is now by definition dark.
I love your eyes, and they’re feeling sorry for me because you’re giving me the cold shoulder, and have therefore dressed in black mourning. They look better like that than the sun at the very start of a grey dawn, or Venus in the twilight.
Hey, seeing as being in mourning suits you so well, how about a little pity for me? It’ll make you look even better. If you do, I’ll say everyone that doesn’t have your dark skin is ugly, because Beauty is now by definition dark.