"My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;"
You know what images pop in my head? A guy in the middle of a mid-life crisis. He's been married for about twelve years and he just doesn't care to embellish on his "mistress". It's odd because right now, I'm rereading Romeo and Juliet, also by Shakespear, and the WHOLE THING is sone love-struck guy rambling about how a girl's cheek is as clear as the moon. "But no such roses see I in her cheeks;". SHAKESPEAR?! What's your problem? You're supposed to be the king of beautiful writing and love and hate and emotion! Not the author of indifference!
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