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Mistress Fitton

SONNET NO. 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 grown 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,
     Than music hath a far more pleasing sound.
     I grant I never saw a goddess go,
     My Mistress when she walkes treads on the ground,
     And yet by heaven I think my love as rare,
     As any she belied with false compare.


Note the repetition of certain words, we find-my Mistress,
my Mistress, my Mistress, red, red, red, roses, roses.

In this sonnet we are given a description of the appearance
of Mistress Fitton-we are told that her eyes were not bright
like the sun-that her lips were pale-that her breasts were not
white but brown-that her hair was black and course-that
she had a pale complexion-that her breath was not sweet-and
that she had a harsh voice.  But Bacon grants that she walked
well but that in spite of these drawbacks-his love was as
precious as that of any other that she spoke falsely of in
comparison.

 

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