Напишите как читать? : : 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.