questo è il simbolo della forza...

my mistress' eyes.....

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 damasked , 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 .