Episode 1 - Sonnet 130
In which Anthony and Melinda discuss 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.
