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 A reply to Shakespeare 

By Sam  



A Reply To Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130,
by Sam Spencer

My mistress is a goddess as she rests;
Her lips like the rose, it’s true.
She is well renowned for her china-white breasts
And eyes of sapphire blue.
I shall compare her to the goddess Venus;
A woman of love and compassion.
To love another would be heinous,
And never have I seen such fashion!
Her voice is akin to the greatest of songs;
As she speaks she ignites my fire.
I would forgive her a million wrongs
Just so I could be her desire.
But even though I use this poem as bait
She’s more content to sleep with my mates. 


SONNET 130


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 she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

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