Fear the Linosaurus

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

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.
~ Sonnet 130 / Sonnet CXXX [Shakespeare]

If you watched the video in my previous entry ( I hope so, Catherine Tate's a comedic genius ) then you'd have heard this wonderful sonnet. It's the epitome of subtle insulting, and follows metre and rhythm to a 'T". I love it.

On another note, days are looking up. Saturday looks fit to kick ass and Sunday's Beebadabeeboom day!

Lino squeezed Panda at 9:51 PM