William Shakespeare sonnet 130.

Harry: Sonnet 130 by William Shakespeare.

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;

 [bad word]  Coral is far more red, than her lips red,

Harry: If snow be white, why then her [bad word] are dun;

Sev: If hairs be wires,

Harry: black wires grow on her head.

Sev: I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,

Harry: But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

Sev: And in some perfumes is there more delight

Harry: Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak,

Sev: yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound:

Harry: I grant I never saw a goddess go,—

 [bad word]  My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:

 [bad word] & Harry: 
And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare,
As any she belied with [bad word]