PART SIX. 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.
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.